From the Kitchen Sink Songtext
von The Sting‐Rays
From the Kitchen Sink Songtext
The shadows on the wall don′t talk anymore
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now
The shadows on the wall don't talk anymore
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now, now, now You said you′d wait for me
No, not a gimlet stare
About something, somewhere
Going wrong
So let's forget about it
The TV screen is flickering
Children are snickering behind the door
The shadows on the wall don′t talk anymore
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now, now, now
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now
The shadows on the wall don't talk anymore
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now, now, now You said you′d wait for me
No, not a gimlet stare
About something, somewhere
Going wrong
So let's forget about it
The TV screen is flickering
Children are snickering behind the door
The shadows on the wall don′t talk anymore
The apple of their eye is rotten to the core
The colour of love is a nicotine stain
Bathing with blood that's dripping down the drain
Too clever for the kitchen sink
Too clever for the kitchen sink now
The things you′re saying to, I dread to think
I dread to think now, now, now
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