Jeffrey Foucault - Late Season - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

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Исполнитель: Jeffrey Foucault

альбом: Cold Satellite

Barns are full up with bounty
The slews and the silos are full
I thought I was ready
Thought I was prepared to go
Pears and peaches in August
Turn to apples in fall
Soon the hands that pick them
Will be gone
Late in the season
We all get thirsty for the sun
We sit there sweating feel it waning
Already feel the cold that's to come
Peaches turn to apples
The pickers travel on
Town empties out no one's sorry
No one even knows that they're gone
And the nights get colder
The ballgame's off the air
I might tell you to leave but when you're gone
I'll wish you were still here
Around every traffic light there's a halo
The night is as sweet as candy
It carries its stars slung low
Nothing's like we thought it would be
You can drive to the end of river road
There's nothing out ther but an old army base
A couple of missile silos
You can feel the moon on your face
When there's no wind you can hear
The wires sing
The first time you might get frightened
It doesn't sound like anything

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