Testo Three Steps Down Roseanne Cash
Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private room, the colour all runs out.
Anâ not a sound, the smoke curls in the air.
Anâ I can feel a sliding peace, come over me tonight.
Dead or dancinâ, cross the room,
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all,
Or heavenâs underground.
The clouds are fallinâ at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.
So cominâ down: itâs like water after wine.
Oh, cominâ down a long hard line.
Anâ I know betterâs gettinâ harder all the time.
From three steps down.
From three steps down.
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Dead or dancinâ, cross the room,
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all,
Or heavenâs underground.
The clouds are fallinâ at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.
Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private room, the colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.