Local Boy In A Photograph

Smell that smell
It's that time of year again
I can taste the air
Clocks go back
Railway track
something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time

Pebble beach
We're underneath
A pier just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time

And, all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
local boy in a photograph


He'll always be twenty-three
Yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing


Toegevoegd door OptimusPrime op vr 15 aug, 2003 12:30 am

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Taal: Engels


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