End Of The Affair
The end of the after
The weight of a war
The kindness gone to bed
The weight of your laughter
Alive in the hall
Did he hear, did he hear
The fumbled words you said?
Living without her
Living at all
Seems to slow me down
Living forever
Hell, I don't know
Do I care, do I care
The thunder's rumbled sound
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
The end of the after
The weight of a war
The kindness gone to bed
The threat of your laughter
Alive after all
Did he hear, did he hear
The fumbled words you said?
Living without her
Living at all
Seems to slow me down
Living forever
Pale light on all
Do I care, do I care
The thunder's rumbled sound
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
This is it?
Well this is desert
Go to him
What the hell, love?
What the hell, love?
This is it?
Well this is desert
And go to him
What the hell, love?
What the hell?
This is it
What the hell, love?
What the hell, love?
The weight of a war
The kindness gone to bed
The weight of your laughter
Alive in the hall
Did he hear, did he hear
The fumbled words you said?
Living without her
Living at all
Seems to slow me down
Living forever
Hell, I don't know
Do I care, do I care
The thunder's rumbled sound
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
The end of the after
The weight of a war
The kindness gone to bed
The threat of your laughter
Alive after all
Did he hear, did he hear
The fumbled words you said?
Living without her
Living at all
Seems to slow me down
Living forever
Pale light on all
Do I care, do I care
The thunder's rumbled sound
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
Now I watch her
Running 'round in love again
Now I talk about you
When I'm with our mutual friends
This is it?
Well this is desert
Go to him
What the hell, love?
What the hell, love?
This is it?
Well this is desert
And go to him
What the hell, love?
What the hell?
This is it
What the hell, love?
What the hell, love?
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Writer(s): Benjamin John Howard
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