Sometime last spring I'm talking to a friend Shadows mark time, we leave the porch and go for a drive Pull over take a walk through the vines This time last year I saw her everyday He says unfazed, I never see a lump in his throat He carries all the boulders he knows
Asks me what's new (I'm barely getting through) I saw the job gets tiresome but I'm doing fine Sending wishes back to you and your kind I drive back home, by now it's getting light I know it's trite, I'm feeling like the worst of my kind I'm feeling like the worst of my kind
I do not know why you've got a hold on me But you got a hold on me But you got a hold on me
Half of the time this is what I pantomime Pointing at something alive Pointing at something aliveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
