Born in the war You had dreams of being a ballerina Saw the photos last time that I seen you You had my mum when you were 23 I heard that she was trouble just like me
You like painting pictures, writing poems I guess that's why my words just keep on flowing I wish that I could read the things you write I'm tryna learn the language so I might
Three generations Born in different decades Some things have changed But we got the same old heartbreak You tell me stories That happened back in your day And I find it funny Cause somehow I still relate
We're dancing in different clothes Falling in love Until we let it go But still there's magic in something as simple As three women sitting round a dinner table
You tell me you've Been in love with elvis since the 50s How my mum danced to bowie in the 80s But I'll never truly see things through your eyes Cause all the pictures, they're in black and white
Three generations We've all made our mistakes I look in the mirror And see your face in my face Everyone who knows us Thinks that we're all crazy But I guess that's exactly What makes us a family
We're dancing in different clothes Falling in love Until we let it go But still there's magic in something as simple As three women sitting round a dinner table
All the good old days And the city lights Those little town jobs when money was tight All your vintage pieces I'm wishing were mine All our darkest moments Our wildest fights All the names we cursed cause their love was a lie All the secrets we'll keep until we die It's something as simple As pouring your heart right out As three women sitting round a dinner tableTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
