Paroles de Not Being in Warsaw
rom a distance, you speak to meA few snatched words, across the gulf
A transient line, on borrowed time
From mouth to ear, from there to here
Not understanding
Not being there
Cold in summer, in empty town
Beyond complaint, or even comment
A transient time, a borrowed life
From mouth to mouth, a distant moan
Cold in summer, in empty town
Beyond complaint, or even comment
A transient time, a borrowed life
From mouth to mouth, a distant moan
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