Текст песни The Cult - Gimmick
The Cult - Gimmick слова песни
There`s a whisper in the wires, no loveOf a black train-a-comin`, no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometown My eyes are open, no loveWatching for the train, no love, no love Just a breath across the ocean Feel no love If it flies, it dies Flags into a pocket, no love We`re standing on a platform Feel no love In everyone a hook line, no love, no love Against me making time Feel no loveWhisper in the wires, no loveOf a black train-a-comin`, no love, no love From the heart of the desert, no love And the rhythms of my hometownAnd the rhythms of my hometownFeel no loveAnd the rhythms of my hometown