Kirsty McGee - Venice текст песни

one of these days these walls
are going to crumble and fall
rose pink stucco and cement
colouring the spring tides red

and venice is tumbling down
her waters swollen in the rain
i ride a boat out to the edge of town
and ride another back again

and you write letters every day
and pile your books up in the hall
but honey when this whole place is underwater
those books won't be any use at all
when venice is tumbling down
venice is tumbling down

beneath the spires of our dreams
sinuous waters flow
and so we sit in our rococo palaces
waiting for venice to fall

rivers under cities flow
beneath the half moon glow
and all the bustle and the beat
under the pounding of our feet

venice is tumbling down
venice is tumbling down
venice is tumbling down