coming home late these days when the lights are flashing hold the wheel i've got a small smile on my face your black-eyed-susan hat still sits quietly on the counter pull over in the rain to buy the bunch of sunflowers
and you wait patiently, for something, good to come
young blonde girl with the curls watches her life get split in half photos line the walls of a younger you in your fathers house forget the nuclear structure that you had once loved now afraid to spill your contents on the ones who will help
petrified crack your skull eat the cold ramen again afraid to loose the kid you put all your hope in
and you wait patiently, for something, good to comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
