Текст Elbow – Head For Supplies

Across the city there’s a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody’s gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes

Now I’m here at your side
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Way down inside me was a pilot light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was comfort in a stranger’s bed from time to time
It has to be said it just reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn’t the same and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it’s still in your eyes

Now I’m here at your side
As though
The street
That meets our feet might know
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

Across the city there’s a golden chill