Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that’s pretty clever don’t you boy. Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You’d kill yourself for recognition, kill yourself to never ever stop. You broke another mirror, you’re turning into something you are not.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk. All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love They’re the ones who’ll hate you when you think you’ve got the world all sussed out They’re the ones who’ll spit at you you will be the one screaming out.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry
It’s the best thing that you’ve ever had, the best thing that you’ve ever, ever had. It’s the best thing that you’ve ever, the best thing you have ever had has gone away.
Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dry Don’t leave me high, don’t leave me dryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
