Enough about hard times you fell on your own knife enough about leaving unless you’re going to go
Trying to make the wine last longer than one night Trying to find out what you’ll never know
You left the window open Now what ain’t gone is going Our hands are only cold at night
The storm door glass is broken I can’t see what I’m holding So tired of trying to know what’s right
Enough about hard times you fell on your own knife Enough about leaving unless you’re going to go
Trying to make the wine last longer than one night Trying to find out what you’ll never know
Leaves on the highway rolling They don’t care where they’re going Still chasing jet trails in the sky
And there’s no way of knowing If it got lost or stolen But now my arms are open wide
Enough about hard times you fell on your own knife Enough about leaving unless you’re going to go Enough about leaving unless you’re going to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
