Deacon Blue - Long Window To Love Lyrics
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Long Window To Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Long Window To Love By Deacon Blue?
You're taking down the signs
Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming You're turning down the lights In this cruel light symbols mean nothing You're taking down the signs Turning round your eyes From dreams that seem so bright Flying hope like kites Hold loved ones tight And turning to the light of that long window to love And you forget about the years About the planting and the dying and the growing And you forget about your cares But you remember that they've been forgotten By the people sent to London They're taking down your cares Drinking off your tears Gambling on your fears For things that cost so dear And won't be paid for years Hoping you won't stare down that long window to love They'd burgle all your sanity if it would let them hold you under They'd knock on your door so hard the frame would crack under the strain Its just the same ,just the same, Its just the same ,just the same You're taking down the signs Now the time has come and the cleansing's coming You're turning down the lights In this cruel light symbols mean nothing You're taking down the signs Turning round your eyes From dreams that seem so bright Flying hope like kites Hold loved ones tight And turning to the light of that long window to love |
Who Wrote Long Window To Love By Deacon Blue?
Ross
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What's The Duration Of The Long Window To Love By Deacon Blue?The duration of Long Window To Love is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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