Текст песни colvin shawn - The Dead Of The Night
colvin shawn - The Dead Of The Night слова песни
It is the dead of the nightOn the dead of the nightI live on a dream, it came to meWhen I was youngI brought it here, and now for yearsThe streets of London keep it safe and warmEvery morning it dies and is rebornIn the dead of the nightI keep a pencil and a bookI say this is how a life can lookRussian roulette, French-kissed cigaretteAnd the silence like an anvilThe things that you learn, but now all that burnsIs a candleAnd the fog melts over the night, and it softens the edgesI begin to write in the dead of the nightA bead of sweat runs down my armAnd I drink it from my skinIt is the most real thing that I feelIt is communionBless the meekHeal the sickProtect the weakIn the dead of the night