Bathtime — текст песни (Tindersticks)

Theres a city filth that lingers



All over my naked hands

Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear



And every step brings another



Every hour adds some more

Till Im on the other side leaning on your door

Are the taps running, darling?

Is the air thick with steam?

Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame?



Every step brings another



Every hour adds some more

Till Im on the other side leaning on your door



Theres a smell so sweet its sickly



It follows me into the room

Hangs in the air like rotting perfume



I never bathe in it, darling

Got down on my hands and knees

Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all

Ive been wading through it

Dont you know its up to my neck?

And it wont be long fore its over my head

And its the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . .



Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn



Could always find my way home

Theres something there, cant leave it alone



The trains they run all night



We could leave everything behind

Just bring that dress you bought when we first met



I know its faded, darling

I know its tattered and worn

In that dress, I could never love you more

Ive been wading through it

Dont you know its up to my neck?

And it wont be long fore its over my head

And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in