It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell will there be not a trace left behind I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind
As I walk alone my thoughts're tumbling round and round round and round Underneath our feet a subway's rumbling underground underground Are you going away...
I got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know The weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go Are you going away...
Are you going away... You know that was the last thing on my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
