Every Time I Read The Words Songtext
von Malcolm Bauld

Maybe I should go all the way to know
If things are just as you describe them
Spare the breath between my lips and trace my fingertips
Along a line that leads straight to you

And try all night for drowning, tired eyes
Guided by smoke and black handwriting
And try all night for drowning, tired eyes
And the years still add up and the hair still stands up
Every time I read the words


Drifting I move slow
My eyes pour row from row
And wait and wait until the next one
Don′t take too long to write
A curse the fading light
It's hell, I wish that you were here

Try all night for drowning, tired eyes
Guided by smoke and black handwriting
Try all night for drowning, tired eyes
And the years still add up and the hair still stands up
Every time I read the words