Lovers Retreat — текст песни (Clark Anne)

Look at your young faces
They`re growing older with each moment
Harder and less beautiful
With every word we say
Stumbling over bridges
And through the backstreets
Waiting for some thing
But we don`t knoe what
It could be a promise
It could be passion
Eternal life
Or instant death
Wading through rubbish
And dodging choc-a-block cars
Through the door and up the stairs
We`ll find some moments of happiness
Between shets we`ve knownso often
The warmest place in this hostile town
Afterwads, through dust and comfort filled eyes
We can look upwadrs
And almost stare at the stars