You turn me on like a faucet And you left me running, drip, drip 'Till my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tip
Flowers cannot bloom without precipitation And lovers will not last without reciprocation
You took your box of matches And you chopped down every stick I kept you warm 'till I was ashes Who taught you how to love like this?
Rivers cannot move without precipitation And love is bound to fail without reciprocation
Well, you turn me on like a faucet And you left me running, drip, drip 'Till my fossil fuels were exhausted You filled your cup to the tipTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.