Jetta In the Ghost Tree - Pontchartrain Eyes Тексты

I'm on my time with you
Questioning everything I thought I once knew
Staring at the cracks in the wall
Pacing back and forth I wait for the fall
Cause I'm growing tired
Of your temptation
I'm running out
Of your celebration
I'm growing tired of losing myself
What a lovely tragedy
When you can't tell what's real anymore
Finding that mortality
Is just another knock at your door
New Orleans, New Orleans
How I love Algiers and your Pontchartrain eyes
New Orleans, New Orleans
How I love Algiers and your Pontchartrain eyes
Drowning in reality
I can't find my escape anymore
Southern hospitality
Will leave you lying there on the floor
New Orleans, New Orleans
How I love Algiers and you Pontchartrain eyes
New Orleans, New Orleans
How I love Algiers and you Pontchartrain eyes
What a lovely tragedy
When you can't tell what's real anymore
Finding that mortality
Is just another knock at your door
Cause I'm growing tired
Of your temptation
I'm running out
Of your celebration
I'm growing tired of losing myself