Won't you stay a little longer? The bed is cold, the feeling lingers Baby boy hangs out the window Seventeen and shitfaced I go where the wind blows And let me tell ya Of all the places that I've been Or found myself in The London bodies, Berlin skin Nobody melts my Cryptic frame Or makes a stain Somehow You take me up I drag you down The sinkhole leading to my heart I know It might not beat again Orbit Circling the drain of youth Oh I've grown up But so have you I guess we'll never be the same Won't you stay within the memory? A six-foot-something tower block above Cause don't you know I'm the architect of everything At least what's left in The London bodies, Berlin skin Still, nobody has my Cryptic frame Or makes a stain Somehow You take me up I drag you down The sinkhole leading to my heart I know It might not beat again Orbit Circling the drain of youth Oh I've grown up But so have you I guess we'll never be the same I guess we'll never be the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
