I called you and got what I deserved Heard that laughing in your words I wish that I could photograph my moods Show them to you Just to prove Something
Down in the town I'm trying to prove something But the clock hands won't move So I'll go on singing about the same thing And reading myself into books The roadside buildings are black-eyed and aged They can't see me anymore How would I mean anything to anything Now I am not the hues in your city square puddles?
But when he touched my hand like it was gold I want to pull away and say 'look ,it's only... It's only made from plain old skin and bone Don't try to give me credit you don't owe me !'
You've got your eye on the door This is what my life is for now I'll pray the you won't drop your anchor here We'll share our anecdotes saved from last time we spoke We'll never change
Let's go out for a drive in your car We don't have to go that far Let's try to find a road that we don't know 'Till we don't know where we are And I can smell the bonfires in the street I want to say that I love you....love you
But you've got your eye on the door This is what my life is for now I'll pray that you won't drop your anchor here we'll share out anecdotes saved from last time we spoke We'll never changeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
