Drawing on a lip stained cigarette
While nervously
You play with your St. Christopher

The wind blows us around the car
We drive down country lanes
Film scores blur with the speed

These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore

Talking until we could rip the sleep from our eyes
Exhausted
Our heads spin with wine and plans

The pictures you paint
Becaome the landscape of my heart
And although other may not see

These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore

These things are these things are
these things are
All that I adore

These things that you do
These things that you say
These things are all that I adore

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.