If I have the space of half a day I'm ashamed of half the things I say I'm ashamed to have turned out this way And I desire to make amends
But it don't make no difference, now And no one's listening, anyhow And lists of sins and solemn vows Don't make you any friends
There's an old trick played When the light and the wine conspire To make me think I'm fine I'm not, but I have got half a mind To maybe get there, yet
When the sky goes pink in Paris, France Do you think of the girl who used to dance When you'd frame her moving within your hands Saying "This I won't forget"
What happened to the man you were When you loved somebody before her? Did he die? Or does that man endure, somewhere far away?
Our lives come easy and our lives come hard We carry them like a pack of cards: Some we don't use, but we don't discard But keep for a rainy dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
