Roadsign

Grille de la piste #142614

Fournie par marmotte

Lyrics:

© marmotte
Clouds and haze guzzle the sea in shades of grey
And the mist on the window is chatting with the raindrops
I've been here before
I don't know who paid for that song playing on the jukebox
It opens my memory releasing scraps out the box
A pair of eyes appear on my inside screen

You were the roadsign of my life
I thought you'd always be around
You both were the fruit and the knife
The little scar here in my heart

A stumbling man leans on his elbows on the edge of the bar
And the smoke of my coffee makes me want a cigarette
What was this song ?
Hard to imagine there can be a crowd all around
And the smell of the sun gives coppery colouring to our white skin
I look around
The stumbling man is looking at me ooh...

You were the roadsign of my life
I thought you'd always be around
You both were the fruit and the knife
The little scar here in my heart...

And here you are
You were the roadsign of my life...