The Reckoning — текст песни (Fall)





I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compis-mentus
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you`re sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he`s Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I`m left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it`s evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning



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