White roses and misty blue eyes Red mornings and nothing but grey skies A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
You're smilin' now but you'll find out They'll use you up and spit you out now Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and clouds But pretty soon it turns out
You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be comin' down What goes around it comes around and You'll be comin' down
Easy street and quick buck and true lies Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies A silver plate of pearls my golden child It's all yours at least for a little while
You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out Then it's gonna get pretty cold out Endless streams of stars shootin' by You got your hopes on high
You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be comin' down
What goes around it comes around and You'll be comin' down For a while you'll go sparkling by Just another pretty thing on high
[Sax solo]
Like a thief on a Sunday morning It all falls apart with no warning Satin sky's gone candy-apple green The crushed metal of your little fine machine
You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be comin' down What goes around it comes around and You'll be comin' down
You'll be comin' down now baby You'll be comin' down What goes around it comes around and You'll be comin' downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
