You have the eyes of a hawk and you see me through but the words of my songs are not all about you And this body doesn't even belong to me Your hands are like wings they cover me and they cover the little things that don't have to be accounted for Or put in the record anymore You're like a movie you make the unreal seem real and you make the real seem to come out of a dream Your words never leave the tip of my tongue you move in space like there's nothing wrong You talk on phones and i weigh eleven stones You know I've been around, you know I've covered a lot of ground You know you are a mystery and I've always been a pedestrianTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
