I didn't wanna freak you out, freak you out Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
The honey croons on Crescent Street This wine feels rather weak The proof is on the pavement And wire hung shoes A life-vest breach, they decided
Sweet old intrigue, the shipwrecked dreams Of modern kids Are we too late?
I didn't wanna freak you out, freak you out Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope But I was gonna stay home tonight How could I?
Something wrong? Cause We don't need a John Wayne To save the day Throw your dated views away
The same unknowns we keep on chasing Left foot, left foot racing Our eyes close before the lens Face you hear behind the scream Are we too late?
I didn't wanna freak you out, freak you out Look what they started, blue knees curbing down on all our hope
Achilles Heel And we all know the deal Sick what it reveals The same treatment as Bobby Seale Just on newer wheels Down on three-eight But now are we too late? A window seat The government cheese From some federal suite Dry martinis on charming streets But I was gonna stay home tonight How could I?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
