Texty písní Richard Ashcroft

Richard Ashcroft

Cry Til the Morning

First time that I ever saw yer

Knew nothing would ever be the same

Sweet love in the process

There were things I needed to explain

Yeah you didn't play with my feelings

Like the others with their games

You said it's time to do some bleeding

Time to cry the past away

Cry till the morning

Cry till the morning

We just cry till the morning

Cry like never before

First place I never quite asked yer

Those peaches faded on your wall

Those family members

Sometimes they've just got to call

Sweet love in the process

And solitude in love combined

Have you got an address

Some place new that we can find

So we can cry till the morning

Cry till the morning

Cry till the morning

Cry like never before

Cry till the morning

Yeah we cry till the morning

Cry till the morning

Cry till the morning

Come on cry till the morning

Cry till the morning .... (morning)

Cry till the morning

Cry like never before