Beggar by choice Scholar by trade A crown is a crown Even if it is of thistles made I know what I like This prison is fair But I'm looking for some new More comfortable shackles to wear Stylish like the ones I had before But with just a little less Of a bite, I dont want em tight When I'm sitting high upon the shore Looking at the ocean well I do not cry It's just my salt rimmed eyes Just my salt rimmed eyes
Teller of tales Causer of pain I don't got time to think Why they gave me those names Places to go People to meet I'm gonna need one on the rocks I got to have my best wits about me I'm not gonna make her wait that long She knows that I'm always almost home Always almost home When I'm sitting high up on the shore Looking at the ocean well I do not cry It's just my salt rimmed eyes Just my salt rimmed eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
