A car missing its engine, the Earth without the Sun A book of empty pages, a cop without a gun A church with no believers, a star without a name A fight with no good reason and the tracks without a train
That’s what I am since you left Nothin’ round here makes any sense It’s a shame that God went through such trouble To make me all I am But without your love I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skin
I know I should be thankful for my blood and bones and skin I’m as healthy as a horse, they say, but without a race to win I’m as pointless as a guillotine in a room of petty thieves Or a teenage boy with a rake in his hand Staring up at all the leaves
That’s what I am since you left Nothin’ round here makes any sense It’s a shame that God went through such trouble To make me all I am Cause without your love I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skin
Yeah without your love I’m just a waste of blood and bones and skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
