Текст песни Spoon - Theme To Wendel Stivers
Spoon - Theme To Wendel Stivers слова песни
When I do count the clock that tells the timeAnd see the brave day sunk in hideous night,When I behold the violet past primeAnd sable curls all silvered o`er with whiteWhen lofty trees I see barren of leavesWhich erst from heat did canopy the herdAnd summer`s green all girded up in sheavesBorne on the bier with white and bristly beard:Then of thy beauty do I question makeThat though among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,And die as fast as they see others grow,And nothing `gainst Time`s scythe can make defense,Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.Primary(All right now!)The primary means of motivation,Walks onto her place on thirteenth street.The primary means of motivation,Paints a picture on her lover`s face.