You seem to be sweeping up leaves The field is windy and wet I end up leaning over the fence That’s the borders I’ve set for myself
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside It should be hurled with force This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside It should be hurled with force
You say that’s an overstatement I don’t think it will do Walking our small dogs Should I hand them to you? And no, of course, I haven’t met somebody new
A few gaps in the clouds Was all that it took To entice us into this Sad attempt at preserving, but now I know
This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside It should be hurled with force This isn’t something we should throw lightly aside It should be hurled with force
You say that’s an overstatement I don’t think it will do These laughably small dogs I think I’ll hand them to you So tell me now, have you met somebody new?
May the iron bars stand upright May the iron bars stand upright It’s the sharp end of a season Sharp end of a season Sharp end of a season Sharp end of a season
We were saving daylight But now there’s no morning One has to know when one has to stop No morning for us
You say that’s an overstatement I don’t think it will do Look at these small dogs What can we do? I take one, and you take the other twoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
