Текст песни
No grand promise, no parade,
Just your sleeve against my own.
Let the rain keep making time while the rest of town goes home.
Stay until the kettle sings,
Stay while this old room turns to blue.
I don't need the morning yet,
Just your sleeve against my own.
Let the rain keep making time while the rest of town goes home.
Stay until the kettle sings,
Stay while this old room turns to blue.
I don't need the morning yet,