Juliet کے بول

Jet-lag cramps the lonely face Cheek-bones pinched and tired It's a cold tarmac breeze That wraps the terminal around Flight-times drag the night along Cab skids down the freeway Time to find a bed For the weeks ahead It's goodbye Ice-lines rim the city streets And tire-whines rip the blacktop And the lamps wheel above The misty overpass And Bergman's face in black and white Repeated down the alleys A prayer above For broken love And goodbyes Juliet in travel coat Leans wasted on the window Takes a long, long drag To try and settle down It kills her how he turned away How he ripped their love apart Starts to cry Lets the curtain fall It's goodbye