Текст песни Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday
Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday слова песни
(Lanegan/Johnson)
I feel your blood run cold
And it`s a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I`m driftin`
From here, to hell
Today
Behind their windows people stare
Can`t recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin` ships at sea
None for me
And you
It`ll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay
I`m drunk half blind
And it`s an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart, like me
Why if all the world`s stopped turnin`
How can all this rain keep fallin`
Washin` me a million miles away
From you
Why if I`m so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
Goodbye now