Текст песни Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday
Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday слова песни
(lanegan/johnson)I feel your blood run coldAnd its a rainy sunday morningI count the million miles Im driftinFrom here, to hellTodayBehind their windows people stareCant recognize the kindness thereJust prayers for drownin ships at seaNone for meAnd youItll take a hard rain to wash your taste awayStill I wish there was a reason left to stayIm drunk half blindAnd its an ugly sunday morningThe wind arrives with the clouds refusing to breakApart, like meWhy if all the worlds stopped turninHow can all this rain keep fallinWashin me a million miles awayFrom youWhy if Im so alone nowIs it getting hard, to say goodbye nowGoodbye now