Too much rainy Sunday Left me somewhere in between The words I didn't mean And you come back to haunt me
I was just a child You told me so yourself Oh, you were something else I always will remember
But I didn't even cry When they told me how you'd gone Somehow life goes on And all things must grow or die Goodbye
Death became your lover When life became too much When I became your crutch I became your cripple, too
The Doctor called it sorrow And who could call it sin If the needles and the pins Hold you togetherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
