Текст песни The Church - Tristesse, слова песни The Church

Текст песни The Church - Tristesse

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Here in this desert, beneath the sun and starsStill troubled by the rumblings of a million distant carsPlease be good to me tonight, let me find my wayThe air has some command in it I cannot disobeyA gunfight in Dodge City, a murder in BombayAll these deeds and worldly needs I must shrug off todayAll my life spent searching for prowessLeft me lying here with you, tristesseI was working in an orchard that grew the strangest fruitIt wasn`t Mother Nature that made those trees take rootYour children cannot hear you, they only want your lootYou hold on to their essence like a parachuteThey never believed you were in distressNow you`ve gone and left them with tristesseOh, waters inflamedAh, fires burning outAh, ice melting downAh, fires burnt outA hotel suite in a rich man`s town, a hut in Botany BayA prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my wayI`m gonna have to alter my address"Cause I can`t stay much longer with tristesseAnd they call this carnival progressInvited by our queen tonight, tristesse

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