You've settled down A craftsmen style house You placed your art deep in a drawer A pastime for past live souls 'Cause I've gotta be straight with you I'm too tired, to tell the truth I need food for the week Drove past the liquor store I frequently Bought most of my booze at night And sang "And you and I" on cheap white wine Until about two or three, broke and young on 24th and P
And it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real love
Well, it's Ion's choice Light the home or recite a voice In the halls of culturally diversе, beautiful and expressivе things 'Cause I've gotta be straight with you I'm too tired, to tell the truth
Dawn the multitudes of sound As I sketch the way we equally push through time He shook the variant void The glass reflects the keeper of your voice And drunk on meaningless words And she seems to fight with you throughout a haze And we pass through life
And it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real And that's how I'm supposed to feel Darling, it's real loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
