I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car That you've escaped this labyrinth of suffering wherever you are I've got a piece of you tucked away deep inside my mind Memories of your poetry and drinking your cheap wine
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there," I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere And I hope it's beautiful, like you You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all
Your green eyes still shine with life in my memory Your smell of grass, vanilla and smoke are still alive in me I found a great perhaps in Blue Citrus and the smoking hole Your end was my beginning with the kiss that I stole
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there," I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere And I hope it's beautiful, like you You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all
You were the storm that came and went like lightning You struck me by surprise with the life I thought you might bring Someday I'll forget your boozey breath I can taste still We'll always have class pranks and Strawberry Hill
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there," I don't know where "there" is, but I believe it's somewhere And I hope it's beautiful, like you You're beautiful, and I'm still looking for you AlaskaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
