You blow like the wind in my sail You cut like the knife in my hand And now you're bringin' me up or down I cannot decide if I'm lost or I'm found Perhaps it's a sweet mistake You got to give me some kind of clue What to do I'm out of ideas yet I'm still Drinkin' the hours away
But the days don't hold much truth Without the nights I meet with you
You blow like the wind in my sail You cut like the knife in my hand And now you're bringin' me up or down I cannot decide if I'm lost or I'm found Perhaps it's a sweet mistake
But the days don't hold much truth Without the nights I meet with you But the days don't hold much truth Without the nights I meet with youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
