Pilate // The travel song (from "Caught By The Window")
The road seen beneath the van�s headlights,
It�s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh
My face up against the window now, don�t you know it�s cold outside,
Pick up your life as I pass by, can�t you see I�m cold inside
We were poor but we had something,
What wasn�t poor was poisoned by your fear,
You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
I may be blind...
Each town, each town it seems the same my dear,
It�s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear
Walk out the door across the street, don�t you know it�s cold outside,
Pick up the phone my signal�s weak, can�t you see I�m cold inside
I think you know...
We were poor but we had something,
What wasn�t torn was poisoned by your fear,
You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
I may be blind for I never saw your tears
I think you know...
We were poor but we had something,
What wasn�t torn was poisoned by your fear,
You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
I may be blind for I never saw your tears,
As days pass by the gap it now appears,
When I come home please say that you�ll be there...
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