Letras
And the sun warms the grass In the meadow on the farm
In the village near the town Known as Blessingdale Charm
And the milk in the bottles On the step, stood for days
Suggests Mrs Dale is dead Or on a fortnight away
And the way that we feel When we're told we are wrong
Is a sting of a thing Puts us where we belong
And this is the end And the end of the end
No more to say No more to attend
And the ring in the dish On the kitchen top
She couldn't bear to wear Or maybe she forgot
And the man in the chair By the candlelight glow
Reading verses from The Raven By Edgar Allen Poe
And the way that we feel When we're told we are wrong
Is a sting of a thing Puts us where we belong
And this is the end And the end of the end
No more to say No more to attend
Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on
(Take me back home to Blessingdale Charm)
As the dogs in the street are shaking
And wires burn with the news we're making
And the truth is we're all just faking
And this is that and there for (the) taking
And the words in the line Of the song in the set
On the stage in the hall Where I haven't sung yet
And the heart that was torn By the words of the other
From the tongue, like a knife In the mouth of her lover
And the way that we feel When we're told we are wrong
Is a sting of a thing Puts us where we belong
And this is the end And the end of the end
No more to say No more to attend
Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on
Take me back home to Blessingdale Charm
Come on Come on Come on Come on Come on
Where it all began in the fields on the farm