Your clothes spread out on the floor Just like it was before A homerun is a hit I'll never score The hours before the break of dawn Are as fragile as a song And can go on and on and on and on and on
We wait for the light To break through the summer night I hope I run into you tomorrow And I hope you will talk to me until The morning comes until the morning comes
Looking for my clothes on the floor I gently close the door In times like these you're all I'm looking for I swear to God I know that I Want to struggle to get by The fact that all the good things someday die Because all the good things someday dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
