In the back of my Pontiac I taught you how to feel it Pulled it out of your throat You choked You looked at me like you had seen a ghost (Like you had seen a ghost)
Told me 'bout your mom, how she gets A little strung out on the weekends Had to be the man, put your foot down Before you grew into your hands
They tremble now, underneath mine Say it softly, you got all the time When I drive you home, I'll take the long way Park the car, finish the song, watch you go inside Hope you find a good place to hide
Skip the last half of the day Cutting class to listen to Clapton On my stereo that crunches all the bass You said Layla was the most beautiful work of art At the end, the guitar says more than words could even begin to start
All you wrote me were instrumentals All your love spelled in piano Would you say it to me out loud?
Don't wanna force your hand I just wanna understand you All the words you couldn't say to me I know why it had to be that way
When the car broke down in 2018 I took our love with it to the junkyard I could sell it for parts now But I won'tTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
