the list of my motives is meaningless. and many are middle of the road. I’m as harmless and a charmless bracelet. huging your wrist pulsing with your clothes. your right hand is a beacon in the storm sky. your left hand is the wind that rules the waves. your fingers are peddles on a dandelion scattering as it sails in through your shades.
lets be honest with each other now. Ive got some things that I cant ever say. lets get real, there is a better chance, that I might move to Golden Graceland, and you may play a Wurlitzer in space.
well how do I know youre hurting? cause you told me. and how do you know Im not? well, I never did. and why you sought me out to share your sorrows, I will never know, but I certainly wont question. I could sit and type all afternoon. smoking while you sang songs you stole from me. I wouldn’t hide it from no camera crew, screw my public image, Im on the perfect pilgrimage with you.
lets be honest with each other now. got some things that I cant ever say. oh, lets get real, there is a better chance. that I might move to Golden Graceland, I might move to Golden Graceland. I might move to Golden Graceland. I might move to Golden Graceland. I might move to Golden Graceland. and you may play a Wurlitzer in space.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
