Stacked up to my height Turn and see you cry Crumpled down to my size Broken by your father's vice
Those years you don't remember I spent crumpling leather In the seat next to where you drive Where you gave your best advice
Your favourite song line hurts I didn't understand it at first But an empty seat on your drive home Reminds me how often you are aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
