It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of any eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk all my thoughts are tumbling Round and round, round and round Underneath my feet the subway is rumbling Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've got reasons, reasons aplenty for going This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growing Baby please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You know that was the last thing on my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
