I've got friends Trading their lives For the first class seat Where alone they make it look easy For the passing people To be impressed Though they are dead And I've got friends Who were married And it set my bones Beginning to shake Saying love is a choice Well now they chose it And there they sit Trying to make it Something that it ain't Nowadays you can Make a show of your life To convince yourself of its worth What do you think Of my private vacation Do the blues look deep Does the suite look big enough Under my skin I had a feeling It was all going wrong I hid away But then the devil came home Now I got nowhere left to be Try to face him with the day Did I tell you I was lost out there Sitting in the sand drunk Watching the bay Staring at a cruise That was sailing in Under my burnt skin I was laughing to myself And I couldn't say how I had come to this When I was a kid I had my eye on the score Terrifying times Got me frozen and stiff Brought me too close To quitting, I guess The will did not come back All the things I had hoped That you would say Had long been addressed Fail now to be judged Not a faint light of hope For which to stay Lost in the dread I feel a rush out of timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
