The Smallgoods все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

A month of Sundays broke me down & now i'm dead
I could not read between the lines on my furrowed head
When all the eyes on the wires stared me down
For saying something i could not comprehend

A month of Sundays broke me out of all my fears
I could not wait to tell you when, & how & all the ways to steer
Beyond the pale of the sheer lives that we must lead

Well it's good evenin' to one and all,
And I hope you enjoy the show
Try the soup if you're feeling cold
And you want it to go

We struck our eyes up across the room
And you've slunk up here way too soon
But I don't think that you'll have a tune