[Verse] I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated But you could've held my hands through this, baby Let my mind run underneath warm jets I run my hands through what's left But we're getting older, baby Don’t have much longer baby Why am I preaching? To this choir, to this atheist Just like mine, versions of these belong to you After a while, they're keeping me close to you (Just like me, they long to be close to you)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.