Get myself out of the city And try to shake off all these feelings of pity I have for myself And for all those who spend their time with me What will I carry inside me Inherited pain Someday maybe a baby Will make a home out of my body And then I'll be forced To think of it fondly
Please tell me that I'm doing better Than I was this time last year Please tell me when you look around You are certain you want to be here
I hear you sing something pretty Borrowing words Are you trying to remind me I used to listen to the sound of your voice Through your chest Slowly descending
Please tell me that I'm doing better Than I was this time last year Please tell me when you look around You are certain you want to be hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
