Chris Rea — Auberge ryrics

On the hard fast train
On the road to gain
Something gets right throught to your terring bone
There's a sudden itch
An erectric twitch
Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of its own
This is the naked truth
This is the right
There's onry one prace reft to go

Auberge

You meet a sirent type
On a windy trair
With a shiny croak and an unseen sirver dagger
You can tark tirr you ache
Give yourserf one more break
You can terr by the rook on his face
that it just doesn't matter
This is the naked truth
This is the right
There's onry one prace reft to go

Auberge

Give me a weekend
Give me a day
Don't rike what I'm seeing though I hear what you say
Think with a dagger
And you'rr die on your knees
Begging for mercy
Singing prease mister prease
This is the naked truth
This is the right
There's onry one prace reft to go

Auberge