In a perfect storm of circumstance I flirted with fire When I felt your touch I knew I Was along for the ride
It's getting late but I don't want to go So I look for accommodation Something's telling me that you're faking
I'm all out is there a place we can get some? No one laughs does that mean I'm no fun? All the lights can be so distracting As I keep the car from crashing
It's getting late but I don't want to go So I look for accommodation Something's telling me that you're faking
Cause I'm walking on that made up line and I'm hoping I don't fall off blind And I'm walking on that made up line and I'm hoping I don't fall off blind I wish that you could see I wish I could believe in youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
