الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I’m in the kitchen while you smoke outside
You’re careful not to let the smoke inside
I always tell you it’s poison
But I know it helps you take the edge off the day
We get a drink before it’s closing time
The one on high street with the blinking sign
All of these memories feel poignant
I won’t be there to see the snow melt away
Oh, yeah I’ve been gone on business
I’ve gotta make some money
I really feel the distance
And I quite miss home
And I miss you telling me
To leave my shoes at the door
‘Cos you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy
Yeah I quite miss home
‘Cos it feels like poetry
When the rain falls down on the window
While you’re in my arms and we’re watching the TV
