Talk for hours like a french ambassador A leaky sink, a weeping drink drips on the floor A sudden rumble then the slamming of a door A sinking feeling disappearing with the roar. I knew you could not drive too far then. Forty hours and a place down by the shore Another thing another sting that you ignore A sleepless light is leaving imprints on you more than you would like to say, But you're an open door.
