In the midwest, I know a man I can't remember the name of his town He holds cigarettes But dreams of my hands When December's cold claim burns down With eyes on his lashes And on the street We could not see The shuffling his feet With a brain so focused And friends so lovely He could not think for thinking of me
How I miss him now And the chance to explain But this Georgia voice couldn't count through that Illinois rain
But he certainly found out what I meant on the rooftop When he followed me up there and drew circles on my back When he fell asleep on my skipping heartbeat Woke up when it had skipped out Are we all so afraid to say What we want while it's in our sight I cannot embrace the day 'Till I find that it's nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
