Lovers Retreat Lyrics - Clark Anne

Look at your young faces 

They're growing older with each moment 

Harder and less beautiful 

With every word we say 

Stumbling over bridges 

And through the backstreets 

Waiting for some thing 

But we don't knoe what 

It could be a promise 

It could be passion 

Eternal life 

Or instant death 

Wading through rubbish 

And dodging choc-a-block cars 

Through the door and up the stairs 

We'll find some moments of happiness 

Between shets we've knownso often 

The warmest place in this hostile town 

Afterwads, through dust and comfort filled eyes 

We can look upwadrs 

And almost stare at the stars