In the doorway I took a guess And I guessed right By the summer You'd have a babe Yes, I'm shocked too
There's fire in your sign But I get jealous too There's spite in some things you say Some in what you do
In the doorway I cried Wet your collar through Now it's summer I wonder What you'd think of the light
It's a game Made up for two And I wouldn't play That one with you
Many months, nearly years Held between us like secrets Maybe months, maybe years Till I see you againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
