---

What the hell has come into me?
I've started saying things that don't make sense to me,
and leaving my words behind.
I say it all with my eyes on the ground, ears open,
for the sound of your laughter and what appeals to you

But if I could say anything else, I would let that be my home.
But the day goes on while I talk on and say, I will be her someday.
Funny how it goes this way.

Is there any time to remain honest, these days,
When you've backed an idea and now it has its back to you?
And when will time see me through?
Most days I'm running on the things you told me but never asked to know.

Like if I could love anything else, I should let that be my home.
But the day goes on while I talk on and say I will be her someday.
Funny how it goes this way, funny how it goes this way.

Your words are dusty, cold on the shelf,
You pull them down just to bolster yourself.
You're not ready for that kind of honesty,
Being kind is your only equity.

But if I could say anything else, I would let that be my home.
Something kinder, something truer, and in better taste.
I will be there someday.
Funny how it goes this way, funny how it goes this way.

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.