I know why the writing on her face appears Because she can't say All the things on her mind Everyday she begs me "Please, oh please you have to understand And read between all of the lines"
Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain Love can be the same
Every morning, she's afraid to wash her face Because she knows that no one Could then read her mind So instead, she passes all her time By always making sure That the writing is catching your eyes
Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain Love can be the same
When I try to kiss her pretty face She always shies away And says, "Some of the ink isn't dry" And I try so hard to sympathize But really all I know is that if I can't have her, I'll die
Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain Love can be the same
Then one day she looked into the mirror Only to discover all that she read was a lie Then she turned to me and said "My love, I can't decide if I'm going dyslexic or blind"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
