The newcomer arrives Possession and guilt in his face Apologises to the Customs man For the gaping hole in his suitcase Says "I've seen where promises are made I've seen how people are undone It's always done man to man One to one"
I'm ditching an empty suitcase I've been in Storytown I've been swimming in poisons Been slowing up and down I've known the eeriest wounds The soul's long quarantine When no rewards remain No one and nothing comes clean I've been blown about for years On my way to you I've been blown about for years On my way to you
And I still turn to love I want to burn again And I still turn to love I want to burn again And I still turn to love I want to burn again And I still turn to love...
In a room where arrangements are made for success You try to say that you possess me By your caress I met your lover yesterday Wearing some things I left at your place Singing a song that means a lot to me I've known a certain grace
I've been blown about for years on my way to you I've been blown about for years on my way to you
But I still turn to love I want to burn again But I still turn to love I want to burn again But I still turn to love I want to burn again But I still turn to love...
I want to burn again I'm still turning I'm still turning I'm still turning I'm still turning I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn again I'm still turning I want to burn againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
