Текст песни The Cavedogs - Sorrow (Boots of Pain)
The Cavedogs - Sorrow (Boots of Pain) слова песни
Wind of sorrow, song of pain Make tomorrow an easy thingShe`s up on a hillside flogging the deadSays I`m not gonna` go till it blackens my head Bring on sorrow, Have to borrow Banish Color and the saneIgnore the Sabbath and pray for rainShe`s up in the evening playing a gameShe don`t want to know that it`s nicely arranged Bring on sorrow, I will follow Draw the curtains, prone on the floor Like to kill with a kiss"Quadrophenia" blasts down the walls Of you and all other kids So don`t bring up sorrow to meDon`t dream up sorrow to see Crown of sorrow, boots of pain By tomorrow a fashion thingI`m up on my highhorse calling her namesI`m not one of you, cause I don`t wear your pain She dreams up sorrow, Still I follow (Instrumental Break)She dreams up sorrow,A dream she swallows Cool coffee lie on the floorAshes floating are grim Gothic posters, heighten remorseAsleep she just dreams of him So don`t bring up sorrow to me Don`t play with what you can`t seeDon`t dream of someone, not me Or bring back someone to seeDon`t leave it sorrow or meDon`t play with what you can`t seeBring out something in meDon`t bring up sorrow to see