If I could sing a song to make it true you still exist Well I would find a choir and a cathedral Sing every hymn I know To find a miracle To turn the time, and find a way to freeze it
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife It was everything we had that we wanted so bad Why do the good die young? Why do the good die young?
Well I can't sing a song to make it true you still exist And trust me that's a certain kind of sorrow Cause' everywhere I go, I see you and I don't Yeah we had a yesterday, but no tomorrow
The good die young, it was a hell of a ride It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife It was everything we had that we wanted so bad Why do the good die young? Why do the good die young?
And if you're out past the satellites I'm looking up to the stars tonight Do what I can just to stay alive And it's so hard not to look behind, I Wish I could find you a way back home and Hear your voice through the telephone, it's The little things that I miss the most, no I'll never know
Why the good die young, it was a hell of a ride It was heaven, it was magic, an illusion of light It was on our tongue like an edge of a knife It was everything we had that we wanted so bad Why do the good die young? Why do the good die young? Why do the good die young?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
