Текст песни Marty Willson-Piper - The Saddest House in Stockholm
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The saddest housein StockholmRemembers former gloriesOf views without the railway tracksAnd flats with many storeysIts towers were a splendourBut now I just feel pityTo see the broken windowsAnd the walls full of graffitiI long to sit alone insideAnd recreate the pastImagining an antique clockThat ran a little fastAnd suddenly, it`s all bare boardsAnd giant walls and ceilingWitnessing this empty shellThat once was full of feelingThe rain beats on the rooftopBut the hearts alreadys toppedThe fading yellow Stockholm paintAround the bend bulldozers waitThe gnashing blades of bloodand hateAnxious just to satiateCondemning her to her cruel fateHer ugliness to take his shapeA shadow cast from his dark capeThat dwarfs the curves and crashes her gateHer doors will split, her stairs innateDust and rubble in the grateShe so young, but it`s too lateThe saddest house in Stockholm Settles on her rockRemembers her friendHis fingers and handsThe ticking, though, has stopped.