Silver Birch against a Swedish sky The singer in the band made me want to cry We’re all inside our own heads now We are leaving new friends We are leaving this town I wish you could be here with me I would show you off like a trophy The road it winds, it twists, it turns, now my stomach burns
Once again I’ll be the foolish one Thinking a blink of these lashes would make you come Don’t you worry, don’t get in a state I don’t believe in true love anyway Who’s being pessimistic now I could document this as our first and our last row The more you look forlorn, the more to you I warm
I won’t be seeing you for a long while I hope it’s not as long as a country mile I feel lost Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
