The - Weatherbelle lyrics

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Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room<br />

On a cold and sunny afternoon<br />

Drinking red wine<br />

And counting the laugh lines<br />

On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway<br />

And over her shoulder<br />

There's a world growing colder<br />

I'm feeling older and slowly less sober<br />

<br />

It's the first and the last time<br />

That we'll ever meet<br />

Just falling leaves<br />

From winter trees<br />

<br />

So light gives in to dark<br />

The nylon sheets softly spark<br />

Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart<br />

That cannot escape from it's past<br />

<br />

And it's the first and the last time<br />

That we'll ever meet<br />

Just falling leaves<br />

Dropping from winter trees<br />

Strangers touching the parts<br />

That love cannot reach