Last lifetime I almost overdosed on your love Cos this time around I'm permanently tipsy
With your name on the tongue of my tip ...Can't even speak right ...Can't even sleep And I'm missing your voice, your choice and thoughts I guess I ought to stop looking for intoxication
No need to inflate this drumming in my brain When I try to release this pain in my chest I got to rest. I need to chill I need to chill.
But then I see you smile And all my hardwork ain't worthwhile anymore Just a festering sore and no amount of drinking milk is going to calm it Just drinking rum to block out some of your, some of you, summertime Or at least I try
And at least a generation later I'm still trying to ease my soul Ease my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
