Standing at your intersection Misinterpreting direction See you from across the backyard Fucked up by a good friend's wedding card
Every day, I walk away But I don't get very far
I know your every secret I know your every sound But here I stare on from the fence This old hungry bloodhound
Pretending in unending joy To hate to be alone To adore the great unknown When all I know is you And all you are is home The words don't sound the same When we speak over the phone
Father stops to ask a question Haven't seen this place since last election New kids all in deviant hairdos Spilling beer on family heirlooms
The guys would like to go out tonight But I don't know if I care to
Your hands are on my shoulders Your hands are on my neck Your eyes meet mine, suggesting That I should not be upset
At Heathrow, there will be no band As murderous as mine One round of stock white wine And as I sunk to sleep My hampered heart did pine I should not say I love you But I feel it all the time
Standing at your intersection Misinterpreting direction Send out for a pizza and pray Everything is answered one dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
