Текст песни Peter Mulvey - Birgit
Peter Mulvey - Birgit слова песни
The rain refuses,a few drops and then it stops,a few drops and then it stopsThe city holds its breathYou come home from workAnd I can tell around the corners of our talkThat this waiting on the rain reminds us of waiting for herYou and me hand in handInto the mist into the cool cool waterYou come back from out east,from out there the cool airfrom out there the cool airYou tell us you`ve found us a homeAnd we who have made a creed of anxietySpin and panic and jump the gunFor she is around every corner now we can taste her, we canYou and me talking to the dogIn the black black black forestI`m already gonemost of me is gone to the seamost of me has gone to the seaI can`t finish my sentencesAnd if she doesn`t appear soonI am going to summon her if only to assuage this aching longing for...You and me hand in handfrom the top of the Eiffel Tower