Letras
Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room
On a cold and sunny afternoon
Drinking red wine and counting the laugh lines
On the face of a girl who stands in the doorway
And over her shoulder the world's growing colder
And I'm feeling older and slowly less sober
It's the first and the last time that we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves from winter trees
So light gives in to dark
The nylon sheets softly spark
Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart
That cannot escape from its past
It's the first and the last time that we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves from winter trees
It's the first and the last time that we'll ever meet
Just falling leaves from winter trees
Strangers touching the parts
That love cannot reach
Strangers touching the parts
That love cannot reach