He sits right here, Looking out his window At the people down below. She's nowhere near, He wishes he could tell her 'Cos he don't think that she knows. These days you find She's always sitting on the side. Waiting for the time of her life. Hoping to find the reason for her rise, She's no good at making up her mind.
Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey
Maybe she's right He's not the festival type. He don't like singing to a crowd. He's just a guy who's staying up all night Trying not to sing too loud.
She's dressed in tears, Looking for the meaning To the words she loves to say.
Dream, dream, dream Her days away. She closed her heart, And she closed her thighs, Said that she would never.
But he can safely say he tried, Now she's sitting here With open ears and open eyes, Better late than never. He's so glad he changed her mind 'Cos he feels so much better Ever since she's arrived He feels better. Ever since she's arrived He feels better.
Maybe she's right He's not the festival type. He don't like singing to a crowd. He's just a guy who's staying up all night Trying not to sing too loud, too loud.
Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Can you hear him singing now? yeah yeah yeah yeah Can you hear him singing now?
Maybe she's right he's not the festival type. He don't like singing to a crowd. He's just a guy who's staying up all night trying not to sing too loud.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
