Come Calling — текст песни (cowboy junkies)

The stillness here,

Like what he sometimes finds inside her,

Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever

He sometimes wonders

Is the sum of their lives together

Him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters



These days hes drinking for the pleasure of falling

And hes falling for the pleasure of pretending

That shes sitting by the window waiting

For him to come calling



If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours

Wed sit on the point

And watch the sun continually flounder

Bathed in gold wed plug into some kind of power

And connect with those days

Back before all of this went sour



cause Im drinking for the pleasure of falling

And Im falling for the pleasure of pretending

That youre sitting by the window waiting

For me to come calling



Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper

And with the last of the sun

You can feel the approach of the winter

Now is the time of each day

That I desperately miss her

I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her



So youre drinking for the pleasure of falling

And youre falling for the pleasure of pretending

That Im sitting by the window waiting

For you to come calling