Wasted Sunsets

The days are gone when the angels came to
stay,
And all the silent whispers would be blown
away
And lying in the corner a pair of high heeled
shoes,
Hanging on the wall, gold and silver, for the
blues,
One too many wasted sunsets
One too many for the road
And after dark the door is always open
Hoping someone else will show

Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
Grey circles overhead empty on the floor
The cracks in the walls have grown too long
The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn.

- Deep Purple