Show your hands if you're leaving your coat of paint If you're bolted to heavy things like anchors hidden somewhere 'neath your skin Or if your head's just an empty box If your heart has become spare parts If your days are down to something you must bear
No, it seems you're a lot like me You dug yourself into places you never thought you would be Don't you fret and don't you mind The only constant is changing You never know what you'll find
Yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean I might believe the things I said I didn't mean This might turn and wind up just the way we dreamed and I might become the things I swore I'd always be
But we're always on our way, we're on our way But we're always on our way, we're on our way But we're always on our way, we're on our way But we're always on our way, we're on our way But we're always on our way, we're on our way But we're always on our way, we're on our wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
