Pigeons (исполнитель: 5.03(Gossip Girl) - The Hundred In The Hands)
[bad word] [bad word] we go… [bad word] [bad word] we go… We go… Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking in the steps of men. I have the feeling they’re not breathing. She’s shaking like a rattle Sneaking out, the hour’s still Waiting for the room to fall in Watching the time unwind. Saturday, Saturday [bad word] [bad word] we go… Kicking on the edge of town Counting all the pigeons down Walking in the steps of men. I have the feeling they’re not bleeding. Laughing like a right-loon Slavering at the silvery moon Waiting for the room to fall in Waiting for him [bad word] Saturday, Saturday [bad word] [bad word] we go… She is still not still is not still. He is here and not here at all. Cold grey morning, Waking in his room she goes Crawling out the window, Climbing up the crooked stairs. Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons Turning circles in the morning sky. “I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, Fly away! Fly away!” [bad word] [bad word] we go… [bad word] [bad word] we go… [bad word] [bad word] we go… I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, Away, away, away [bad word] [bad word] we go… I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, Away, away, away We go…