Текст песни Shawn Colvin - The Dead of The Night
Shawn Colvin - The Dead of The Night слова песни
S. colvinIt is the dead of the nightOh the dead of the nightI live on a dream, it came to meWhen I was youngI brought it here, and now for yearsThe streets of london keep it safe and warmEvery morning it dies and it is rebornIn the dead of the nightI keep a pencil and a bookI say this is how a life can lookRussian roulette, french-kissed cigaretteAnd the silence like an anvilThe things that you learn, but now allThat burnsIs a candleAnd the fog melts over the night, andIt softens the edgesI begin to write in the dead of the nightA bead of sweat runs down my armAnd I drink it from my skinIt is the most real thing that I feelIt is communionBless the meekHeal the sickProtect the weakIn the dead of the night