Sorting through this mess I happen on your smile gleaming through a photograph buried for some while. I'm taken by the way the swagger captured there has vanished in the haze of time. And by a foolish whim I'm stricken with desire to phone you up and tell you of my find. But as I stretch my hand I'm reminded of the shape I'm in from all the things you've left behind. Man, I hate your friends They really bring me down And I can tell your not yourself whenever they're around. So ditch this motley crew for all the world of me And leave these sorry few behind I hope that by some master plan you're in the same boat that I am Waiting at a crossing path to seal away your life. To lock inside a sacred bond so tight And like this photograph the scattered thoughts of you are frozen in the amber of my mind. And boxes on the shelf of documents reminding me you left an empty shell behind.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
