Текст: Carl Barat. The Fall.

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Somewhere in the North amid the drunken hunting ground
Upon a sticky nightclub floor, a wilting rose I found
I snatched her from the clutches of an evil smelling bor
I said "I think it's over now", she said "I'm not so sure"

We quickstepped into love
Like Fred and Ginger in a trance
At all the most exclusive balls always too drunk to dance
The snakes and devils of our past were scrupulously ignored
I said "I think it's over now", she said "I'm not so sure"

The windswept kisses on the dunes
The only ships at sea
Around the cape of vain hope the gods smiled on her and me
"If you're reading this you've come too far" the sign read on the door
I said "I think it's over now", she said "I'm not so sure"

To save us from ourselves
We turned our fury on each other
She'd crucify my confidence
I'd hog the duvet cover
We'd tighten up the thumbscrews and still scream out for more
I said "I think it's over now", she said "I'm not so sure"

We followed every line to where the end always begins
Presented our credentials and they gladly let us in

We washed in filthy sin and we grew rotten to the core
I said "I think it's over now", she said "I'm not so sure"

Our merry dance was over
Every shred of love was gone
Everything that once seemed right, turned out to be so wrong
I woke up on the sofa, found her suitcase in the hall
She said "I think it's over now", I said nothing at all...

(Merci a B. Howard pour cettes paroles)