Song | Lonesome |
Artist | Alina Simone |
Album | Placelessness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sunday night, by subway light | |
But the train is still far away | |
You said you'd come | |
By now everyone is drinking wine | |
From paper cups | |
Are you lonesome tonight | |
Do you feel a little achy | |
I don't think you have a fever, | |
But I don't know you do seem cold. | |
It's like black, black, black, black | |
Black cars you can't see into. | |
Leaving you wondering | |
And waiting on the curb | |
With all their little secrets | |
So keep on running from the winter | |
But you can't help missing the snow | |
And all these unfamiliar people | |
Who can't ever go back home | |
Who can't ever go back home |
Sunday night, by subway light | |
But the train is still far away | |
You said you' d come | |
By now everyone is drinking wine | |
From paper cups | |
Are you lonesome tonight | |
Do you feel a little achy | |
I don' t think you have a fever, | |
But I don' t know you do seem cold. | |
It' s like black, black, black, black | |
Black cars you can' t see into. | |
Leaving you wondering | |
And waiting on the curb | |
With all their little secrets | |
So keep on running from the winter | |
But you can' t help missing the snow | |
And all these unfamiliar people | |
Who can' t ever go back home | |
Who can' t ever go back home |
Sunday night, by subway light | |
But the train is still far away | |
You said you' d come | |
By now everyone is drinking wine | |
From paper cups | |
Are you lonesome tonight | |
Do you feel a little achy | |
I don' t think you have a fever, | |
But I don' t know you do seem cold. | |
It' s like black, black, black, black | |
Black cars you can' t see into. | |
Leaving you wondering | |
And waiting on the curb | |
With all their little secrets | |
So keep on running from the winter | |
But you can' t help missing the snow | |
And all these unfamiliar people | |
Who can' t ever go back home | |
Who can' t ever go back home |