Our missing pieces walk between us When we were moving through the door You called 'em mine, I called 'em yours You make me get so angry And I'd stay there on my own We both make peace but all alone
Some call it talking blues (talking blues) Some call it bitter truth Some call it getting even in a song
I can't read it, didn't mean it As you would rage how I was wrong Life is too short, and you'd stay too long Let's be honest, we were strongest till I let you drag me down I was sorry then, I'm not now
Some get a golden heart Some get a riverside Some get a house that lets the years go by
That life is ending, you seem contented While the graveside flowers die I call 'em yours, you call 'em mine Nothing makes silence like experience There's a message in my eyes You'd better love yourself, 'cause I tried
Some call it talking blues (talking blues) Some call it bitter truth Some call it getting even in a songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
