Текст (слова) песни: Hunters And Collectors - Hayley`s Doorstep (5 37)
Here is change`s basement house Here is adventure for seven years But I never could swallow a sinner`s pride And it filled her face with tears And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table She spreads a mess of living at my feet But I never could swallow a sinner`s pride And the food she makes me eat Waiting on Hayley`s doorstep Behind two bloodshot eyes The stale taste of wasted gunshot Slap back across the sky Waiting on Hayley`s doorstep I heard she`s coming home She`ll get that pain inside again And it`s me who`ll point the bone And every Monday morning she spreads her arms across the table She spreads a mess of living at my feet But I never could swallow a sinner`s pride And the food she makes me eat Waiting on Hayley`s doorstep Behind two bloodshot eyes The stale taste, the stale taste of wasted gunshot Slap back across the sky Waiting on Hayley`s doorstep I heard she`s coming home She`ll get, she`ll get that pain inside again And it`s me who`ll point the bone
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