Текст песни hammill peter - Curtains
hammill peter - Curtains слова песни
Well, Tommy woke that morningwith a headfull of rocksand Sylvia was in shock.The story they`d been fakinghad frozen on their lipsand fallen through the brush of fingertipsand though they packed their bags,ready for the road,the curtains and the bedroom doorstayed closed.For Sylvia and Tommythis is a curtain callthey`ve been running away for yearsbut pride in flightprecedes a certain fall.So Tommy rubs his stubbleas if to check his face is thereand Sylvia combs her hairjust like nothing really happenedthey`ll carry on as before...but this thing won`t work, will it, any more.And though the bags are packedready for the roadthe curtains and the bedroom doorstay closed.For Sylvia and Tommythere`s nowhere left to hide...they`ve been running for yearsto find some kind of thrillto take away the emptinessthat they both feel inside.Making the fictionalout of the matter of fact;masquerade the picturebut now the frame`s all cracked.For Sylvia and Tommythere`s nothing left to trythey`ve been running for yearsto find some kind of lifethat offers an excitementthat the rest of us pass by.So Tommy woke that morningwith a headfull of rocksand Sylvia was in shock.This story they`d been fakingwas frozen on their lipsand falling through the brush of fingertipsand though the bags are packedready for the roadthe curtains and the bedroom doorstay closed.For Sylvia and Tommythere`s nowhere left to gothey`ve been running away so longthere`s just no strength to carry onthey can`t get back to what they knewa life abandoned once and long ago.(PH - Piano, Vox; David Lord - Keyboards, Orchestral Arrangement; Stuart Gordon - Violin)