This Year — текст песни (American Music Club)

This year, oh whats the look this year

Is it the look of things to come

Has it all been said, has it all been done

The sun upon the sea

Did you dress that way for me



This year everyone just stood around

And watched my family tree burn down

Watched it crumble on the ground

Making no protesting sound

As if justice was finally found



And anything beautiful

That you can contrive

Has no desire to survive



This year the mirror the wall

It cracked right through the middle

And spring turned into fall

Love the most beautiful killer of them all