Paroles de Turn To Gold Blues

My heart grows cold and turns to stone I sit and I watch the sun sink, the city turns to gold It tears my soul in two, I'm leaving here I'm sick of all these words She was 16 and chasing dreams Took a trip to London Town where she found out what self-preservation means Yeah she's old somehow, she's wiser now Than the people on the street Where the rain pours down in streams just to wash away the dreams Things turning sour, four quid an hour Working down South Ealing, yeah, she's stacking shelves all day She's not the kind to shout, man, she's breaking out With the minimum of fuss she's jumped the nearest bus Just a V-Sign for the rest of us I got your letter yesterday, the only words it said: "My heart grows cold..."