Текст песни Marc Almond - Gutter Hearts
Marc Almond - Gutter Hearts слова песни
Sitting on the kerbYou wipe the tears away againThe gutter holds your sallow heartsThat wash down with the rainBarbed and brittle hands that pushThe hair out of your eyesPavement fires a-flickerLike a host of fire fliesMy song calls from the gutterAnd the gutter sings to meA roundabout of down and outsIn cardboard box cityMy song calls from the gutterAnd the gutter sings to meA roundabout of down and outsA dark cacophonyThe wolven of the orphan gangsTake turns to search and stealThey splash about the puddlesAnd are trodden under heelThey bathe their pearly facesIn the lights of ChinatownAnd they lick their pearly fingersWhen the street lamps flicker downMy song calls from the gutterAnd the gutter sings to meA roundabout of down and outsIn cardboard box cityMy song calls from the gutterAnd the gutter sings to meA roundabout of down and outsA dark cacophonyAll night I`ve been upWith the bitterest of thoughtsI can`t seem to throwAll my cares to the windMakes me sleep feverishMakes me sleep scaredPillow of secretsAnd blanket of sins