Текст песни Beth Orton - Paris Train
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Now your sitting on a Paris train laughing at your own jokes againSun splits the trees into beautiful broken lightNever cry more tears than you could hold in your handsWhen all the world`s airbrushed it`s a sacred bond of trustSometimes, sometimes I see right through the sceneryThe first place that`s on my mind the last place I find each timeSometimes, I swim beyond the sceneryThe last place that`s on my mindThe first place I find each timeNow I`m sitting on a Paris train molten ash falls like rainFire burns the trees it`s a beautiful fatalityLove the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercuryTo break its perfect skin to dare to dive withinSometimes, sometimes I see much more than is good for meThe first thing that`s on my mind the last place I`d look each timeSometimes, I slip inside the imagery andThe last thing that`s on my mind`sThe first thing I`ll do each timeStars racing to burn outJust stars racing to burn outA storm waiting to breakLike trees standing black against the skyThis was inevitable, inevitableSometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our historyThe last place you hope to find the one that`s been there all the timeSometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the sceneryAnd the first place that`s on your mindThe first place you`d find each time