Fly high on the rug With the ones you know With the ones you love With the ones you trust
Riding the van, the bus, the plane again And hear the sounds Little air to breathe Little work to kill A nice table to seat A clean pillow to dream New streets to ride Another place to start It's better to break your back Better to break your heart
I want to go wrong, if we do it We can stop the time tonight Bring all the bad ones You know you got it wrong It means we got it right
Telling lies with stars Makin up a weird glory Young bosom, dark lies Twisting my touring guide Numbers I try to resist Through your watch they disappear All the memories you can trust All the voices talk to much All the photos you've seen War medals for someone Like me like he like she Like me like he like she Cause you'd better break your bed Than lay down and sleep
I want to go wrong, if we do it We can stop the time tonight Bring all the bad ones You know you got it wrong It means we got it right
How many times times times times We had the chance How many times times times times We had the chance How many times times times times We had the chance How many times, times timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
