Текст The Walker Brothers – Death Of Romance

Dreams behind the surface
Heat upon a throne
Hold the rolling clouds
Vacuum slow the bone

It’s a lovers graveyard
We will never walk the same
Sweet suffering comes at dawn
If we only could remain
It was dark before we got there
As we were going down there
For one more chance
One more chance
One more chance
At the death of romance

We got the perfect seat
The kind of show we love
We watched them pull the triggers
We heard the push and shove
Danced among the swordsmen
Before their strike at dawn
We danced the dance
Danced the dance
Danced the dance
It’s the death of romance