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Book of Days - The Psychedelic Furs

Written by：The Psychedelic Furs/David M. Allen

The air here tastes like poison

The traffic moves on broken roads

The river runs like silver

My own feelings let me down

She's 14 and she's fading

There's a wasted year for

Every train that passes

She is leaving someday

Someday never comes

This road is poison

Walk me to the wheels

I fear for my life

This road is poison

Lovers coo goodbye

Singing don't forget me boys

Tired of waiting in the cheap seats

She is haunted by her failure here

The river runs like silver

My own feelings let me down

She's 24 and feels it

Like a wasted year

For every day that passes

She is leaving one day

One day never comes

This road is poison

Walk me to the wheels

I fear for my life

This road is poison

Lovers coo goodbye

Singing don't forget me boys

In monday morning houses down

Through gravel yards and dirty smoke

To somewhere on the sky line

What I feel is still the same

She's 40 and afraid that there's

A wasted life for every town that passes

She is leaving here but

Nothing here remains

This road is poison

Walk me to the wires

I fear for my life

This road is poison

Lovers coo goodbye

Singing don't forget me boys