Текст песни Marc Almond - Bedsitter
Marc Almond - Bedsitter слова песни
Sunday morning going slowI`m talking to the radioClothes and records on teh floorMemories of the night beforeOut in clubland having funNow I`m hiding from the sunWaiting for a visitorBut noone knows I`m here for sure.Dancing LaughingDrinkingLovingAnd now I`m alll alone in Bedsit land,My only homeI think it`s time to cook a mealTo fill the emptiness I feelSpend my money going outI`ve nothing left, I`m left withoutClean my teeth and comb my hairLook for something new to wearAnd start the nightlife over againAnd kid myself I`m having funDancing LaughingDrinkingLovingAnd now I`m alll alone in Bedsit land,My only homeI look out of my window view There`s really nothing else to doRead a book maybe write a letter`Mother, things are getting better`Watch the mirror, count the linesThe battle scars of all the good timesLook around and I can seeA thousand people just like me.Dancing LaughingDrinkingLovingAnd now I`m alll alone in Bedsit land,My only homeDancing LaughingDrinkingLovingAnd now I`m alll alone in Bedsit land,My only homeI`m waiting for something...I`m only passing time...And now I`m all alone in Bedsit landMy only homeDancing LaughingDrinkingLoving