Sure was a hell of a mistake I made But I sure am glad that I made it No way for a grown man to behave More the act of a teen opportunist
I stand accused of losing my head
We sit so high on the city walls Our tears wash clean the cobblestones It's not so much that the thrill is gone Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come along
I can sense trouble just around the bend And it's all been my kind of making I can't carry on with all this pretence When it's clear that my love has been fading
I stand accused of the things I said
We sit so high on the city walls Our tears wash clean the cobblestones It's not so much that the thrill is gone Just a cleaner, sweeter, brighter thrill has come alongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.