Saturday afternoon the sunshine pours like wine through the window And I know golden June can turn an empty grey against your window And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle
If I walk by the trees I'll catch the falling leaves if the wind blows And I know all this means is whiling on the hours watching side-shows And I feel like I'm on the outside of a circle
Will I turn my coat to the rain but I don't know I'm going somewhere I can warm my bones Fare you well I'll carry me away And sing for those I know upon their birthdays And I feel like I'm on the outside I won't feel like I'm on the outsideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
