So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high
But she would never run from strangers She sang alone like a bell will toll Way above the clang and the clatter Out of fear of her demon soul
Maybe none of this is my business And none of what I hear is true I am far from the mint condition Circulation's hard on you
Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you...
Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you now
~~~♫♫♫~~~ He could always find the holes in the bottles Even with a blindfold on Never kept his seat on the wagon Rolling off like a rolling stone
Blue chalk between his fingers Hustling a poolroom song He always kept a line for the singer Pointing his cue right from wrong
Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you...
Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you now
So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high
But she would never run from strangers She sang alone like a bell will toll Way above the clang and the clatter Out of fear of her demon soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
