What's the point in making a point? What's the problem with laying low? Where the pine trees sway Where the goldfinch strays That is where I want to go
Take the money from my hand Take the trouble from my mind Where the sun don't shine Where the water is wine That is where we lived to die And if the flood gets high But the highway is dry That's the sign for moving along I don't think you'll keep your promise I don't think I'll keep in touch Keep the memory of what we used to be But even that feels like too much
So what's the point in making a point? What's the problem with laying low Where the pine trees sway Where the goldfinch strays That is where I want to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.