The only questions that I get from you Are: ‘Why are we here?’ and ‘Where are the roads all leading to?’
There’s all kind of places to go from here But why leave now just to get your fair share of the view
Oh, it’s you you sold your soul and you jumped the queue
You’re paying money Take off your shirt Close your eyes and tell them where it hurts They are the sickness, I’m the cure Yes
I will love you more I will love you more
There’s no greater crime than to hide away Turn on the lights and let your admirers see your face The conversation that we had last night was out of sight
I asked for your hand but
Oh, you don’t know You sold your soul to the radio shows
You’re paying money Take off your shirt Close your eyes and tell them where it hurts They are the sickness, I’m the cure Yes
I will love you more I will love you so much more
I don’t know what you’ve been promised You haven’t seen much of it yet You’ll hang around
They’ll lead you on
Until they throw you right back, right back, right back
You’re paying money Take off your shirt Close your eyes and you tell them where it hurts They are the sickness, I’m the cure Yes
I will love you more I will love you so much moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
