Текстове на песни: REM. In The Attic. Gardening At Night.
I see your money on the floor
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
The yard is nothing but a fence
The sun just hurts our eyes
Somewhere, it must be time for penitence
Gardening at night is never
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
The neighbors go to bed at ten
Call the prayer line for a change
The charge is changing every month
They said it couldn't be arranged
We ankled up the garbage sound
But they were busy in the rows
We fell up, not to see the sun
Gardening at night, just didn't grow
I see your money on the floor
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Your sister says that she's too young
Was talking [Incomprehensible] the door
The call was two and fifty one
They said it couldn't be arranged
We ankled up the garbage sound
But they were busy in the rows
We fell up, not to see the sun
Gardening at night just didn't grow
I see your money on the floor
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
The yard is nothing but a fence
The sun just hurts our eyes
Somewhere, it must be time for penitence
Gardening at night is never
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
The neighbors go to bed at ten
Call the prayer line for a change
The charge is changing every month
They said it couldn't be arranged
We ankled up the garbage sound
But they were busy in the rows
We fell up, not to see the sun
Gardening at night, just didn't grow
I see your money on the floor
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Your sister says that she's too young
Was talking [Incomprehensible] the door
The call was two and fifty one
They said it couldn't be arranged
We ankled up the garbage sound
But they were busy in the rows
We fell up, not to see the sun
Gardening at night just didn't grow
I see your money on the floor
I felt the pocket change
Though all the feelings that broke through that door
Just didn't seem to be too real
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
Gardening at night
In The Attic
REM
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