It's an odd and awful way to be It's a happy laughter of the free It's a truth and it's a dare It's a feeling in the air It's a mother's love for a child It's a burst from someone else's universe It's something you carry with you like a curse It's a smile or a tear It's a treasured souvenir It's a cue that makes the heart sing And an argument has nowhere to go And you'll grow old before you know And the memories shine clear like looking in a mirror And you remember all the times you were sincere And the mood will hit you, you'll be a baby again It will take and embrace you like an old friend Adventure in your eyes with manic surprise Like the sun shining through the clouds
PowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.