WeatherBelle(Album Version)

歌詞

Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room On a cold and sunny afternoon Drinking red wine And counting the laugh lines On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway And over her shoulder There's a world growing colder I'm feeling older and slowly less sober It's the first and last time We'll ever meet Just falling leaves From winter trees So light gives in to dark The nylon sheets softly spark Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart That cannot escape from its past And it's the first and last time We'll ever meet Just falling leaves From winter trees And it's the first and last time We'll ever meet Just falling leaves Dropping from winter trees Strangers touching the parts That love cannot reach