Got your postcard from Istanbul The crooked lines run on and on and on Got your picture in my car It's like a map that only gets me lost
You know it never had to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in you
Take a drive in the autumn rain It's one a.m. and you are in my blood Crossed emotion made of distance The morning comes and you'll be waking up
You know it never had to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in you
Lay the phone down Play a song for you Five thousand miles away Your listening
You know it never had to make sense For us to feel this You and I were never saints or angels I still have faith in youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
