Every time we speak I don't want to hear the end of it Months that follow, I'll be hanging on to words
I hope that one day You will release All of yours fears On top of me And we'll throw a party for your baby I bet they'll be great at dancing
We'll go for walks Collect tadpoles in the rain Just like we did when we were the same age And mum was selling Avon We thought nothing was wrong ‘Til we grew into separate lounge rooms and so on
The years that divide us The things that broke our trust Snuck in whilst we played between God's hall and our house Still every time I look I see you at the top of the driveway In my purple dress
Every time we speak I don't want to hear the end of it Months that follow, I'll be hanging on to wordsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
