Turn down the headlights and look my way. We'll tell our parents the best of things no matter how awful they seem. The sickness of a family. Trace your eyes, wake and retrieve, The morning sun can look so mean - the color. Kiss your head don't say a thing We'll live forever in books darling.
It's the secrets beneath the leaves I keep with me. I'm falling up and down. And I'll never write the letter, I wish you could read the words perfectly. (twice)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
