Текст песни Mark Lanegan - No bells on Sunday

Now the vanishing’s begun When drowning late at night The blown glass setting sun Weeps electric light A mirror holds no gaze, Just a beacon dying All I know, in a way, I think it’s me that’s crying No bells on Sunday, No wings to fly To the ground God bless you I’m missing you tonight It’s always the same, Standing out in the rain It comes down to break me I’m praying just the same It comes down to break me I’m praying just the same
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