Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - Sanctuary
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After the party with wine in your hairThere`s a shot in the darkSo you`ll fall in despairAnd you`ve chipped your toothSo you whistle when you speakAnd there`s tunes in your headTill the end of the weekThe feast in your hair is up to a swingBut whoever you touchYou don`t feel anythingSo you brush off the cobwebsThat seal you upTo get past the partWith the crack in your cupFarewell Saturday, love tomorrowAlways the next dayFor to find sanctuaryFor there`s unkept promisesCrimes and jealousiesAlways the next dayFor to find sanctuaryThen a slice of the silenceRemains on the bedAs the hue of the sunWhispers heat to the deadAnd the glow won`t wash offWhen you`re already goneAnd you lock all the doorsWhere the silence just shoneA sip of green poison that jades your bloodTill the blue of your veinsTurns as brown as the mudThe continental shift in yourEarthquake heartIt isn`t a cureBut at least it`s a startSanctuarySanctuary