Seventh Day (Tom Furse Extrapolation) Songtext
von Mark Lanegan

How the smoke get in my eye?
A way to find the orchid died
Coincidence the seventh day
I guess that I′d be on my way

Going down the streets of gold
Tombstones and bullet holes
I ain't gonna ride alone in danger

Hang the phone upon the wall
Though I hate to leave you, doll
On the face of one and all a stranger

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a

Let the lonely dance begin
As the night is vanishing
If you dare to let me in, it′s danger


Don't you sleep in poppy fields
Don't you let the mask conceal
Don′t you ever do the deal with strangers

How the blood get in my eye?
A way to find the sun has died
Find the key and lock my cage
Break the back upon my rage

In the dirt and choking sin
Let the freezing night begin
Try to rise above the din, it stains ya

Like the soldier on the wall
Like the lonely lemur call
Like a thing that creep and crawl, it′s danger

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a

How the smoke get in my eye?
A way to find the orchid died
Coincidence to set mundane
I guess that I'll be on my way


Going down the streets of gold
Tombstones and bullet holes
I ain′t gonna ride alone in danger

Hanged a phone up on the wall
Though I hate to leave you, doll
On the face of one and all a stranger

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-a

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-a
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