Good shoes, fake smile Gonna be out for the night Thinking of what the fawn brought
Cut time, cut away in the break Of an angel's sign on my end
It's a hard day for a melody to take me away I'll wait in the car and count the change The look-ats, who for 'cause I'm going home To the days and the gold And the Why-ats catch thee own
Go easy on the reasons You thought I would be Too hard to define
Which, back in the cans Shooting off of a cliff You ran as it came
It's a wing right over seven days or over weeks We're riding too hard to catch its theme Your face in two bars, I at to see The wide open sea and the skies underneathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
