Book Of Days — текст песни (The Psychedelic Furs)

the air here tastes like poison
the traffic moves on broken roads
the river runs like silver
my own feelings let me down
she`s 14 and she`s fading
there`s a wasted year for
every train that passes
she is leaving someday
someday never comes
this road is poison
walk me to the wheels
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don`t forget me boys
tired of waiting in the cheap seats
she is haunted by her failure here
the river runs like silver
my own feelings let me down
she`s 24 and feels it
like a wasted year
for every day that passes
she is leaving one day
one day never comes
this road poison
walk me to the wheels
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don`t forget me boys
in monday morning houses down
through gravel yards and dirty smoke
to somewhere on the sky line
what i feel is still the same
she`s 40 and afraid that there`s
a wasted life for every town that passes
she is leaving here but
nothing here remains
this road is poison
walk me to the wires
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don`t forget me boys