Far Away Again Songtext
von Dayna Kurtz

Turn around, you bastard moon
You drunken night, with your slurred perfume
I′m breathless in a shabby room
I'm far away again

When I′m gone, you never fret
The kitchen's clean and the table's set
Your dinner obligations met
When I′m far away again


I called you, it was your sundown
A pack of boys in a party town
You were roasted, shouldered, ribbed and crowned
And I′m far away again

The words all stick like hard goodbyes
Then the strings come in, and the strings don't lie
I write the saddest lullabies
When I′m far away again

Armored with a sense of scale
A begging bowl and a wedding veil
I soldier on, but I've left a trail
I′m far away again


So baby, won't you come to me
The food is bad but the drinks are free
And I′m everything you want from me
I'm far away again