the swan sang with a broken neck out by the pool, behind the fence you can’t forgive me when you know if i had the gun i’d choose to shoot again
he raised my hands in the backyard he taught me to be a good shot you love the sound of sorry even when you know i’m not
in the holy land of broken homes you still pretend you don’t know that i took it out back and i snapped its neck just like a wishbone and let it die
he raised my hands in the backyard he taught me to be a good shot you love the sound of sorry even when you know i’m notTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
