Got a little place of my own and a garden on the coast We can grow Got a little love of my own and I won't ever let it go No I won't
But there's this complicated weight that's fallen on my pages It's in every letter that I wrote I'm remembering the days when I was young enough to fail Without them sticking in my throat
The further we go, the wilder we don't
Maybe too many summers alone worrying when I should have just been a kid I should have known Really, I hope you sleep like a ghost in a house where nobody lives Because I don't
There's a complicated weight to every word I say It's in the stiches of my coat And all I want to do is make the kind of life I want to live Without the fear of letting go
The further we go, the wilder we don't
When I look at you and see my children Look how their shadows growing on the wall And I'll be father full of forgiveness I'll be on the other side of every callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
