Two old men spitting through the teeth of their dreams They sent an arc of bitterness to you You didn't duck it and you got hurt In this funny world we're going through It might have been the hard liquor talking Or the hard hard luck of the draw Some accidents are years in the making Some rabbit's feet can rub you raw
But you're on your way You don't need anyone here It's safe to say We will all disappear Your suitcase is packed full of promise And your attitude is packed full of light So let them play the clouds You play the stars in the night
But you're on your way You don't need anyone here It's safe to say We will all disappear Your suitcase is packed full of promise And your attitude is packed full of light So let them play the clouds You play the stars in the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
