Bohemians - Painted Faces Тексты

We ran through the city streets, alive
with painted faces and strange ties
the neon tape and eyes of gold
we told our story, its too old

We could take it all away
we could take it all the way
to Grand St Station

We told our story, its too old
a young girl leaning on a ski pole
a fleeting glance and callus hands
we took our comfort in train plans

We could take it all away
we could take it all the way
to Grand St Station
we could take it all the way
to Grand St Station
where we'll be waiting...