Khaki and corduroy Leather jackets on the boys Denim with a worn out place on the pocket
Open faces with knowing looks Your heavy satchel full of books Smiles tucked away in mamas lockets Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places
You play it straight most of the time But you're looking for the perfect crime Find your mark and make your move Nothing harmed and nothing proved
One night spent on that cold tile floor Then you creep home guilty like before Learning how to break or bend Broken now but sure to bend
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places
Late hours in the Spanish clubs With your arms around the one you love Find the beat slow and sweet Neon glow and dance floor heat
Walk by that river in the dark midnight With that water reflecting in your eyes Wild currents pulling you away Standing still I have to stay
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely placesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
