I watch you drift away Around the room in that dress The jewels on your bracelets I've seen their best
I watch the sweat fall Against your clothes I've seen the look on the faces I think they know
That the clock is ticking away And the wind is calling us And the pleasantries will chain us No more
When it all is much too much? We'll run to the wastelands Where the snow is all there is And words sound different
When it all is much too much? Meet me in the wastelands Where the fear will fade away Where the children in us play
I walk the smoky room And stumble into you The chattering of their faces Says nothing new
But the clock is ticking away And the wind is calling us And the way you make your exit There are no words
Would it hurt us much too much? We'll run to the wastelands At the car beside the road And taking shelter Would it hurt us much too much? Meet me in the wastelands Where the heart will slowly face Where the children in us play
When the world is much too much We'll run to the wastelands Leave footprints in the snow Till our ties are severed
When it hurts us too much to much Meet me in the wastelands Make a chain of flowers Like our ties are severed
When the world is much too much Meet me in the wastelands At the car beside the road And taking shelter
When the world is much too much Meet me there in the wastelands And the wind is on our face And our veins are opened
When the world is much too much Meet me there in the wastelands Make a chain of flowers And the children in us play
The sky was steely The countryside was bare Twigs crackled under Mole's feet Mole was alone And far from help And night was closing in
Compositores: Brett Lewis Anderson (Brett Anderson) (PRS), Richard John Oakes (Richard Oakes) (PRS)Editor: BMG Rights Management (PRS)Publicado em 2018 (23/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #18664818 e fonograma #17584222 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM