Текст песни Buffalo Tom - Sunday Night
Buffalo Tom - Sunday Night слова песни
Sunday night and now I knowHow the night can pass slowAll kinds of ugly outside that`s rightAnd I`m all alone tonightDistant highway dinLeaky roof my doubt drips inAnd as the streetlights and my prospects dimShe turns in bed and thinks of himWhere`s the solace you can find?Is it at the bottom of your mind?My friends pushed me from behindI feel so empty I could dieA ladder to the edgeHangover throbs inside my headAnd all the stupid things I`ve ever saidNow make me wish that I was deadIt`s nighttime, Greenwich Mean timeA man puts on a detour signAnd the waterfalls of regretUnleash in a torrent of cold sweat