Patchwork — текст песни (drugstore)

(tindersticks cover)



Well I know its wrong

And I know its selfish

Its such a short life

Theres so little time

You see this pattern

A patchwork without any direction

All cobbled together

In odd shape and size

Take my hand now

Well go through this mess together

But my hands are sweating

You somehow slip away

I tried to phone you

No need to shout, now

I tried to love

But never looked that hard

cos this blues is a swirling ocean

The green, my ambition

Red is the passion

Theres a lot of red

Theres a lot of red, oh...

Such a short life

Its such a short life

Yeah...