Salford Sunday Testo

Testo Salford Sunday

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
Salford Sunday
Skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping
Through the blind
Salford Sunday
And I'm aching
For the night
I left behind

Salford Sunday
Morning after
Bass drum beating
In my head
Sunday papers
Talking scandal
And a cold
Side of the bed

For I left
A weeping willow
She should be
Lying on my pillow
If I wasn't
Such a hard nose
Such a perfect
Waste of time

Salford Sunday
And I'm dreaming
And it's all
In black and white
I do better
When I'm dreaming
Better than
I did last night

Salford Sunday
And I'm walking
Though the rain
Is pelting down
There's a train goes
Back to London
Hate to leave
This ugly town