Текст Citizen Cope – Hours On End

The moral of the story what is it?
Where do I start?
A woman collecting bottles in her shopping cart
She’s cursing at me as I walk down the block

One man’s trash
Is another man’s treasure map
Oh I lost and found my anchor
In Good Ol’ New Amsterdam
Been looked at like a stranger
By my own helping hand
Put myself in danger
Time and time again

I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down
In a bed of flowers
For hours on end

I don’t want to struggle
I just want to love you
For Hours on End

I just want to get you back
Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you
Ohh I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers
For hours on end

Yeah we sing loud and proud for a fifth
And it’s not just enough to get a lift
See that man on the corner’s gotta gift
People pay to watch him hanging off a cliff

And his daughter lost everything she knows

And the bandstand is playing her song
And we’re dancing to it all night long

I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down
In a bed of flowers
For hours on end

I don’t want to struggle
I just want to love you
For hours on end

I just want to get you back
Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you
Ohh I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers
For hours on end

For hours on End