Текст песни Lamb - Sweetheart
Lamb - Sweetheart слова песни
The devil makes workFor idle hands to doHe can take these handsIf theyre not touching youAnd these lips of mineWould rather turn to stoneThan kiss another now that you are goneSweetheartIm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming homeSweetheartIm so aloneSweetheartWhen are you coming homeI know that lovesA many splendoured thingIf loses its charmWithout the joy you bringAnd happinessCan be an empty termBut Ive found heaven nestling in your armsAnd now youve goneSweetheart Im so aloneWhen are you coming homeSweetheart Im so aloneWhen are you coming homeWhen are you coming homeSweetheart Im so aloneWhen are you coming homeSweetheart Im so aloneWhen are you coming home ...