Текст песни Hitchcock Robyn - Flavour Of Night
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Long slender shadows pulsating in windowsWhile feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the lightA different disease in another translationThough you don`t understand a familiar sensationBut who needs to talk when you`re caught in the flavour of nightAnd you, yeah you, with your ice cream handsYou, yeah you, are my friendAll that you want could be happening for youJust like the road that unrolls there before you tonightEyes you don`t trust the fingers have beckonedHow long you got left--well, how long do you reckonBut who goes to waste when they`re tasting the flavour of nightAnd you, yeah you, with your ice cream handsYou, yeah you, are my friend