I put a stop to my wages I tore up manuscripts and pages And I felt free, for a while And then I broke down in denial
Oh my Dakota You're getting older Can you help me break my hold of Feeling blue, getting old
There's no paint on the canvas Just an absence filled with sadness And I've seen friends come and go But only one stayed through the snow
Oh my Dakota You're getting older Can you sit here let me ponder What it means
What's my fate Nights go by I dream awake Is this a phase It's getting late Strike a match Until it breaks
Oh my Dakota You're getting older Can you help me break my hold of Or just sit, a while, with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
