Weatherbelle Lyrics - The The

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 the girl who stands in the doorway 

And over her shoulder there's a world growing colder 

I'm feeling older and slowly less sober 

It's the first and the last time 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 

And it's the first and the last time we'll ever meet 

Just falling leaves dropping from winter trees 

And it's the first and the last time we'll ever meet 

Just falling leaves dropping from winter trees 

Strangers touching the parts that love cannot reach