Песня Ugly Sunday (The Winding Sheet 1990) в исполнении Mark Lanegan - слушать онлайн в хорошем качестве или скачать трек в Mp3 бесплатно на ПК или телефон.
Текст песни Mark Lanegan - Ugly Sunday (The Winding Sheet 1990)
I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I'm driftin'
From here to hell today
Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea
None for me and you
It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay
I'm drunk half-blind
And it's an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds
Refusing to break apart like me
Why if all the world's stopped turnin'
How can all this rain keep fallin'?
Washin' me a million miles away
From you
Why if I'm so alone now
Is it getting hard to say goodbye now?
Goodbye now
