Текст песни Picture House - Midas
Picture House - Midas слова песни
(Browne/Maitland)Midas was sitting alone on the brinkIt was only his time he was wastingHolding a photograph framed with silverHe just couldn`t turn into goldAnd you won`t believe the things that he`d sayHe sits in the shade of the dreams that escaped himShe comes to him in his mindDrifts in and out of his timeFrom a place with no day and no nightWill I be alrightAlrightAlrightSilas was shifting the dust from his memoriesSo little time left for savingOut in the snow and she never came homeIt was hard just to live through the coldGod only knows the things that he saysAre tricks of the trade to save from remembering(Chorus)God only knows the things that he saysAre tricks of the trade to save from remembering(Chorus)