Есть у меня теперь одна песня, которая будет строго ассоциироваться исключительно с одной парочкой. Благодаря стараниям одного футбольного болельщика-слэшера, ага xD
У меня вообще на волне депрессии идет бешеная привязка песен к людям. Причем именно второй куплет мне кажется куда более "аристократическим", IYKWIM. %) В то время как американистичные формы и построение первого мой глупый мозг нелогично пытается приписать кокни. xD Хотя он и не.
Love will come to you
Hey, what's going on? Whatcha doin' here?
Is there something wrong tonight?
Do you remember who I chose to be?
My best friend in this life
Life doesn't run a clear course
It flows through from within
It's supposed to take you places and leave markings on your skin
And those marks are just a sign of something true
you witnessed in your time
Of something new, like the start of something fine
Like morning dew love will come again to you
Like morning dew
Morning dew
Hey, can you tell me who you are?
The colour of your dawn
When the gates are open from last night's revelry on the lawn
And when the sounds of laughter still echo in your dreams
The smoke screen disappears and nothing is what it seems
And your tears have been worthwhile
They got you through to a different place and time where all is new
To the start of something fine
Like morning dew your love will come again to you
Like morning dew
Love is there when you open the door
and you step off the trail you knew before
Through the streets and the houses of gods you roam
and on their altars you lay your heart of stone
Till all laughter is claws on your skin
and your moments of clarity scream the hell within
When you fade like a rose in the gloom love waits outside your room
Like morning dew your love will come again to you
Morning dew А ещё там есть вот такой крайне атмосферный клип, но он не всем видеорядом мне нравится.