And always there is a picture of you and her Coming home happy from a vacation on the seas And you looked like a sailor With a tattoo of an anchor on your arm Your hair greased back Face weathered by places and days I'd never seen
Sometimes I read and reread
The birthday card you sent me When I turned seven And I know that they will never shine The way it did that day When we threw paper airplanes at your head And sat on your knees laughingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.