Peter Keane piosenki

The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want...

Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark As the night comes in a-fallin' The dogs'll lose their bark An' the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my minds For I'm one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From th...