Build a bridge or maybe two Together held with footsteps she outgrew But now she sits alone Everyone's long gone She dances in a photograph When it was good to joke and have a laugh But that was yesterday If only today Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets Chasin' down the avenue After a childhood that she never knew Choking on woodbine Cigarettes just kill the time Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song Come day go day Wish in my heart it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday Come day go day Wish in my heart it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song Slayed Richard and his court of kings He stole my heart and many other things But me I took his crown Wish he was here to steal it now © 26F GELLERT HILL MUSIC; TWENTYSIXF MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com