Hold me and scold me, it's a curious thing Like angels with mopeds, or like street punks with wings Your eyes turn to water while your tongue turns to steam
High tide and low tide, like furious hands It's waves against stone til it's waves against sand And pound if you must or just try and pretend It's the seashore that cradles the sea It's the seashore that cradles the sea
Guessing's for children, guessing's a game It's the heart pulls and pushes The brine through the brain But if I'm supposed to follow Or if I'm supposed to go Then you need to tell me If I need to know
Hold me and scold me, it's the song of a dove Who's perched with a blindfold, not fallen from love If he'd open his eyes, would she unlace the gloves And sing everything, everything's cool Singin' everything, everything's coolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
