-->Wasted Sunsets
   
   
     The day is gone
        when the angels come to stay
     And all the silent whispers
        will be blown a way
     And lying in the corner
        a pair of high heel 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 empties
        on the floor
     The cracks in the walls have
        grown too long
     The slow hand is dragging on 
        afraid to meet the dawn
     
     One too many wasted sunsets
     One too many for the road
     And after dark the door is always open
     Hoping someone else will show
       
     
    
                                          Deep Purple
                                             PERFECT STRANGERS