Labelled With Love
(专辑: East Side Story - 1981)
She unscrews the
top of her new whisky bottle And shuffles around in her candle-lit hovel Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens She smells like the
cat and the
neighbours she sickens The
black and white T.V. has long seen a
picture The
cross on the
wall is a
permanent fixture The
postman delivers the
final reminders She sells off her silver and poodles in China Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the
clock and knocks dust from the
shelf Home is a
love that I
miss very much So the
past has been bottled and labelled with love During the
wartime, an American pilot Made every air raid a
time of excitement She moved to his prairie and married the
Texan She learnt from a
distance how love was a
lesson He became drinker and she became mother She knew that one day she'd be one or the
other He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the
clock and knocks dust from the
shelf Home is a
love that I
miss very much So the
past has been bottled and labelled with love He, like a
cowboy, died drunk in a
slumber Out on the
porch in the
middle of summer She crossed the
ocean back home to her family But they had retired to roads that were sandy She moved home alone without friends or relations Lived in a
world full of age reservations On moth-eaten armchairs, she'd say that she'd sod all The
friends who had left her to drink from the
bottle Drinks to remember I, me and myself And winds up the
clock and knocks dust from the
shelf Home is a
love that I
miss very much So the
past has been bottled and labelled with love Drinks to remember I, me and myself Winds up the
clock and knocks dust from the
shelf Home is a
love that I
miss very much So the
past has been bottled and labelled with love The
past has been bottled and labelled with love The
past has been bottled and labelled with love