Текст песни Madness - Perfect Place
Madness - Perfect Place слова песни
Recession - a perfect fit,Makes no difference where he sits,Not since they cut the ties,Put some sadness in his eye.Promises - come and go,Soak the sun in drifts of snow,A qualified butt-collector,Working for the private sector.Hes seen them go,Without a trace,This could be it,The perfect place.They took the plans from up my sleeve,By an architect, on new years eve,There it goes, a new bronze tower,Washed away with an april shower.Hes seen them go,Without a trace,This could be it,The perfect place.But, when youve gone,Im still here, the only one,My eyes and my ears,Will be here til Im gone;And its still the perfect place,To rest a tired and weary face,And its still the perfect place,To lose your soul with a trace.A lived-in face, with a root,Of matted hair, a smiling tooth,A dirty hand, a pixies nose,Scratches underneath his clothes.Hes seen them go,Without a trace,This could be it,The perfect place.Hes seen them go,Without a trace,This must be it ...