77.Grinding Halt (home demo)
Lyricist：Michael Dempsey, Robert Smith, Laurence Tolhurst
One, two, three, four
No light, no heat
No people on the street
No street, no home
No people at home
No cars, no planes
No people on the planes
No food, no drink
No people, don't need to think
Everything's coming, everything's coming
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming, everything's coming
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
No sound, no beat
No people touching me
No drugs, no time
No people in a line
No fine, no love
No people that can have that love
No me, no you
No people you can tell that to
Everything's coming, everything's coming
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming, everything's coming
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
See people, everything
They've got running running round with their feet
The poor man coming through those doors
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
Grinding halt
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