If I call you sometime from the Midwest, will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger Under your pillow while you're sleeping? I miss you 'Cause things fall apart, and it's not a surprise, we all look around for some great escape We wake in the morning, we sing in the evening, we're looking around for the reasons why So you just have to ask it Doesn't this mean something, doesn't it call to you? Is this a field, or is this a tunnel? Am I getting across, am I getting across to you?
Oh, this is the best we can, and oh, we're hanging on A grain of salt for everything we thought we'd understand And so we hold steady Keep our ears to the ground, and we hope we know What we're listening for, what we're listening for
So we'll give this, another chance Yeah, someday, someday I'll call, call and say I saw a bluebird, I crossed a mountain I believe in this, and now, and now I believe in this, and now
Oh, this is the best we can and oh, we're hanging on And we hope we know hat we're listening for What we're listening for, what we're listening
If I call you sometime from the Midwest, will you keep my pulse between your thumb and your forefinger Under your pillow when you're sleeping? I miss youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
