Текст песни Simple Minds - All Tomorrow`s Parties
Simple Minds - All Tomorrow`s Parties слова песни
And what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow`s partiesA hand-me-down dress from who knows whereTo all tomorrow`s partiesAnd where will she go and what shall she doWhen midnight comes aroundShe`ll turn once more to Sunday`s clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow`s partiesWhy silks and linens of yesterday`s gownsTo all tomorrow`s partiesAnd what will she do with Thursday`s ragsWhen Monday comes aroundShe`ll turn once more to Sunday`s clownAnd cry behind the doorAnd what costume shall the poor girl wearTo all tomorrow`s partiesFor Thursday`s child is Sunday`s clownFor whom none will go mourningA blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gownOf rags and silks, a costumeFit for one who sits and criesFor all tomorrow`s parties