Текст песни New Model Army - Ghost Of Your Father
New Model Army - Ghost Of Your Father слова песни
It took fourteen hours to hitch from London to PortsmouthI can picture you in your battered old coatBlown by the trucks on the side of the roadCursing the world just until one pulls overThe cab is warm, the driver is talkingAnd oh if he had his time over againAnd you laugh with the man, but you think of anotherStealing away around each darkened cornerThe ghost of your father always, always watchingAnd he waits for you when the black tide comesAnd you feel the ghost of your father waiting An unbearable stillness hangs over these daysHumming with the promises brokenThe bewildered watch from behind misted-up glassAs the ambitious and lucky get to feed on the carcassWhen you feel so much in such a small spaceDo you think you can keep on runningLike the papers that blow down your empty streetOutside in the dark when you cannot sleepThe ghost of your father always, always watching And he waits for you when the black tide comesDo you feel the ghost of your father waiting?