I'm looking more like my mother I was so staggering waiting for you I was so sure in my barely bending knees, and nobody cared for more It does no good to talk about anything It does no good to tell you I'm a wounded fiend It's not the things we discover, it's in the way we try to cover with ground I made a flat-fingered dollar I was so sure and never right I was a tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying
And I got no feeling about it at all In this old season of doubt and love And I got no reason to bury it here
I could go backwards forever I could be boxed inside And living without, well don't blow my cover It's taken years to make a beautiful shroud I got no use in talking about anything And I could tell you it seems to be so hard to me It does no good to talk about anything Aaah-ohh [x6] Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
