Текст песни cowboy junkies - At The End of The Rainbow
cowboy junkies - At The End of The Rainbow слова песни
Again,At the end of the rainbowAgain,No gold to be foundJust this cold unmade bedThe last 3 words you saidAnd this buzzing on the telephone lineParis, well, there is fog on the seineAmsterdam still courses through my veinsAll these dark crazy sights,Wouldnt be so badIf I could just taste your breath once againHoney I saw your daddyLying by the roadsideHis feet sticking out of a sackHoney theyll be callingTo tell you that your daddyNever will be coming backAgainAt the end of the rainbowAgain,No words to be foundJust this voice sad and aloneMe wishing I was homeAnd the silence on the telephone line