كلمات Warm Oily Voices

Baby sleep Dark in a winter of Coral And sheets of powdering snow In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us there But you drink up your wine and you go The people next door are making these noises That Seeping into this dream The cars in the street with there warm oily voices Starting to whisper the theme The smoke in this place must have gone to your head And we're falling and flailing down (YEAH) And the metre keeps ticking outside on the road And the outskirts ******* of town The people next door are making these noises Seeping into this dream The cars in the street with there warm oily voices Starting to whisper the theme Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows, like a tray of colours and rice In an old river bed of yellows and reds And your hands and feet are like ice The people next door are making these noises Seeping into this dream The cars in the street with there warm oily voices Starting to whisper the theme The people next door are making these noises Seeping into this dream The people next door are making these noises Seeping into this dream