Texty:
Cincotti Peter East Of Angel Town

Standing by the bedroom door Leaning on the wall Watching how you brush your hair Like a waterfall Dusty galaxies Dance around the sun Nothing moves

Who's that face on today?s front page Sticking to my shoe Empty eyes and a real good smile That's all it takes to sell the news She got her name on Gotham

I'm thinking about you And I remember everything, all of us I look at the ocean But still I can't see anything but all of us The time of open hearts

What are we supposed to do? After all that we've been through When everything that felt right is wrong Now that the love is gone There is nothing left

Ringing phone wakes you up, pulling you away I forgot the end of the world was scheduled for today Tell ?em you got things to do and one of them is me

There?s no more to drink But it doesn?t really matter ?Cause one thing?s for certain Nobody?s leaving now I like the room I like you even better Black

green as Irish morning We were wearing caps and gowns My mother took a photograph I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town I can't

There's so much on my mind And there's so much more I gotta do Well I'm working through the night But I just can't stop watching you I gotta keep looking

Who's that face On today?s front page Sticking to my shoe Empty eyes And a real good smile That's all it takes To sell the news She got her name On