Текст песни Thought Industry — Tragic Juliet

Kiss me through the phone
And I'll sleep a broken man
I received your postcard, dear
600 miles near

I adore you
Can't wait to meet you

Trains roll through on steels of grey
The cab arrives at ten to eight
Sush my lips and the words that I say
We'll drink until we cannot breathe
She says we're getting drunk today

Kiss me where it hurts
While I bow my head to laugh
So you kept my bar stool warm
Til I could afford a place to crash

I adore you
Can't wait to meet you

Trains roll through on steels of grey
The cab arrives at ten to eight
Sush my lips and the words that I say
We'll drink until we cannot breathe
And fall to sleep
She says we're getting drunk today...