Hayley`s Doorstep (5 37) — текст песни (Hunters And Collectors)

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