Dry leaves stirred up by the breeze
Sleeping dog picks up the scent
In the the wind he senses
The cracking brance, the swinging gate
The distant thunder on the way
All of this can by explained
As but the trappings of the trouble
All the trouble in our hearts
The house so still, the moon so bright
You awake, I catch your eye
You take my hand to touch your thigh
It's time we took hold of the
Curtains blown in by the wind
Without a word you take me in
Sleeping dog picks up the scent
As we chase away the trouble
All the trouble in our hearts
The night is hot, the dog has gone
Gone out prowling for the dawn
You and I are left alone
Alone and howling at the trouble
Somewhere out there in the trees Dry leaves stirred up by the breeze Sleeping dog picks up the scent In the the wind he senses The cracking brance, the swinging gate The distant thunder on the way All of this can by explained As but the trappings of the trouble All the trouble in our hearts The house so still, the moon so bright You awake, I catch your eye You take my hand to touch your thigh It's time we took hold of the Curtains blown in by the wind Without a word you take me in Sleeping dog picks up the scent As we chase away the trouble All the trouble in our hearts The night is hot, the dog has gone Gone out prowling for the dawn You and I are left alone Alone and howling at the trouble Explain Request ×
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