Текст песни Paul Kelly and the Messengers - Everything`s Turning To White
Paul Kelly and the Messengers - Everything`s Turning To White слова песни
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friendsThey took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekendOne hundred miles they drove just to fish in a streamAnd there`s so much water so close to homeWhen they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quicklyWarmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed pastdarklyIn the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face downAnd there`s so much water so close to homeWhen he hold me now I`m pretendingI feel like I`m frozen insideAnd behind my eyes, my daily disguiseEverything`s turning to whiteIt was too hard to tell how long she`d been dead, the river was that closeto freezingBut one thing for sure, the girl hadn`t died very well to judge from thebruisingThey stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same timeThere`s so much water so close to homeThey carried her downstream from their fishing; between two rocks theygently wedged herAfter all they`d come so far, it was lateAnd the girl would keep; she was going nowhereThey stayed up there fishing for two daysThey reported it on Sunday when they came back downThere`s so much water so close to homeWhen he holds me now I`m pretendingI feel like I`m frozen insideAnd behind my eyes, my daily disguiseEverything`s turning to whiteThe newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molestedOn the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrestedI went to the service a stranger; I drove past the lake out of townThere`s so much water so close to homeWhen he holds me now I`m pretendingI feel like I`m frozen insideAnd behind my eyes, my daily disguiseEverything`s turning to white