Lamplight — текст песни (Schnell Fenster)

She`s trying to find the pieces
To put it back together
Chained to late nights
A-huh, take aways, and caffiene
In a pokey little room there
She`s sitting with a vacant stare
Cigarette butts lie everywhere
Its a wet October nightmare
Ah, she`s locked up her heart
Locked up her mind, locked up her soul
And left the key behind
Say that you won`t but you do
Like a moth to a flame, yeah
Make up your mind
Give it some time
You might wake up and find
I`m not the waiting kind
Say that you won`t, but you do
And somewhere in the dense smoke
The fragments fly, her eyes are wet
But her throat is dry, and her backlit head
Heaves a heavy sigh udner the lamplight
We share the same secret
Like a private sun, sunset
Sad and beautiful, but yet
Fading like the twilight
And through the rhododendrons
Like a portrait painter over
She watches and she waits, a-hah
Waiting by the lamplight
Ah, she likes to be loved
Loves to be liked, but she doesn`t care
Just as long as somebody is there
Say that she won`t but she do
Like a moth to a flame yeah
Make up your mind, give it some time
You might wake up and find
I`m not the waiting kind
Say that you won`t, but you do
Staccato of her knuckles on the table top.
It`s a syncopated rhythym to the clock`s tick-tock
She looks a stunned mullet in a state of shock
Under the lamplight
Under the lamplight
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