Loosing count ya Loosing count, all those times you try to get around and all the times that you said you were down. loosing count ya loosing count as the motivation clock ticks up in your head and you listen for the words I said.
but you can say what you want but you speak for yourself. Talking shit I don't believe it like the stories on you shelf. Say what you will but on your behalf you wont hear me having the last laugh
because you missed out on all the good shit we used to reminisced about. You weren't there so you have no memories no memories you can save nor share but not me.
Cause I can take it back to those misty Sundays where the sun pierced, on through the sky Back to the outside by mid day and stayed there until we decide that the tide has turned from high the beach was flooded but now it's dry. So we ride one back inside to retire to the fire to play some guitar tonight.
You might feel sorry but believe me the one that feel sorry is me. You might feel better when you come to better weather so you better come along to see. Cause good thing oh yes it's true they come in threes. and I say I will be there waiting for you but you don't seem to show so I say baby, I's got's to go.
So take me back to those misty Sundays where the sun pierced, on through the sky Back to the outside by mid day and stayed there until we decide that the tide has turned from high the beach was flooded but now it's dry. So we ride one back inside to retire to the fire to play some guitar tonight.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.