100 Mile House Songtext
von The Darcys

Blackbird in the window
No sign of where the other twelve are
Our bedroom evades the question
What are we doing this for

We don′t lack for motives
We got a sadness and a white wine chic
Let the day clot around you
You run your tongue across my teeth


I dreamt of thanking you
But we knew there was no song in this
I can taste your gratitude
Streaming through your lips when we kiss

But that won't solve anything
You know it never does
All is not well at the piano
It will not sing our big dumb love

It will not sing our big dumb love
It will not sing our big dumb love
It will not sing our big dumb love
It will not sing our big dumb love