St. John letra

I'm wired awake
In the dark
I can see my breath
Cloud the room
It's the kind of cold
That heat won't cure
And it comes from deep inside of you
We're naked undercover
In a tiny railroad shack
Next to a line the trains don't run on
Any longer
A bus rolls by
The building shakes
I'm awake and wondering
When I slipped
And hit my head
And fell into your bed
It's a mystery to me
Why you think that I should stay
I'll call you tomorrow night in New York City
And we'll both try to think of something
To say

Willard Grant Conspiracy - Letras

• Another Lonely Night
• Archy's Lullaby
• Ballad Of John Parker
• Breach
• Bring the Monster Inside
• Catnap In The Boom Boom Room
• Christmas In Nevada
• Closing Time
• Color Of The Sun
• Crushed
• Drunkards Prayer
• Evening Mass
• Flying Low
• From A Distant Shore
• Front Porch
• How To Get To Heaven
• Kite Flying
• Lady of the Snowline
• Let It Roll
• Love Has No Meaning
• Massachusetts
• Notes From The Waiting Room
• Right On
• Skeleton
• Southend Of A Northbound Train
• St. John
• Sticky
• The Beautiful
• The Visitor
• Wicked
• Work Song