Текст песни Del Amitri - Crows in The Wheatfield
Del Amitri - Crows in The Wheatfield слова песни
Making your way through an orangepeel orchardTracing your day from disillusioned to debauchedAnd spring passed quickly below the rotten elm treeYou werent kissed there you were pissed in the lavatoryAnd shaving is something that you grew out ofAnd it would take a heat wave to get you to take your jacket off.You hang around the square watching someone kick the boys inWith a hand through your hair as if to comb out the poisonSing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfieldIts been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfieldAnd dont forget that day you rememberedWhen you saw fish swim in the sewage system riverAnd keep revising that picture in your mindWhen you left home and the crows behindAnd the apples were sweet and summers were longDigging in your bare feet on a short yellow lawnYou used to stifle a smile or forget not to yawnDo all the things that men do when theyre to the river born.With fifty-five pense between his two fingersAnd a swirling head as the feeling of hunger lingersSing some stupid songs about crows in the wheatfieldIts been so long since you saw crows in the wheatfieldSing some stupid song about crows in the wheatfieldYou knew all along you were a crow in the wheatfield