Lovers Retreat
by Anne Clark
From the album: Pressure Points
Track 9 of 9 on Pressure Points (1985).
Duration: 3:43
Lyrics for Lovers Retreat
Look at our young faces They're growing older with each moment Harder and less beautiful With every word we say Stumbling over bridges And through the backstreets Waiting for something But we don't know what It could be a promise It could be passion Eternal life Or instant death Wading through rubbish And dodging choc-a-block cars Through the door and up the stairs We'll find some moments of happiness Between sheets we've known so often The warmest place in this hostile town Afterwards, through dust and comfort filled eyes We can look upwards And almost stare at the stars