Текст песни Trash Can Sinatras - January`s Little Joke
Trash Can Sinatras - January`s Little Joke слова песни
All I can hear is the clucking of tonguesI can see themPlucking at crumbs of conversationsA drunk uncle`s breathAnd they`re touching my handAs now turns into thenDream turns into dreamtSpend turns into spentOne turns into one too many say whenAnd in the blue cornerCrouches a mediocre jokerThe laughs are on meAnd the arch of my back cracks under the weightof the wisecracksStop the clock - I want to get offThough I knew what argue meantAnd I knew what punish meantAnd I knew what embarrass meantI never found out what achieve meantAll heaven broke looseBut I knew they had something to hideThey were turning the pageBut I glimpsed the very last lineNow we raised a toast to celebrateAs December`s embers fadeBut every fire is just a hoaxFor January`s little joke