Thoroughfare Songtext
von Matt Holubowski

She walked sprightly through the flowery thoroughfare
Though it may as well have been anywhere
For her smile beat down
On leathery faces
Like turning back pages
I can see your words fogging up my mind again
But I trace no smile

With another sip I′ll get to the bottom of it

(Lost in Swann's way, she′s gone, too late)


I lived madly in love with a party
With no sound
That may as well not be happening
But I'll still go down
To feel the fawning
Underneath the awning
Of another place
I'm certain not to see her in
And I pace all night

With another sip I′ll get to the bottom of it

(Lost in Swann′s way, she's gone, too late)