Perhaps one’s indulgence strips their clothes away Lays them in a bed and keeps their pain at bay Wakes them up each morning to a smiling face Before they see its forked tongue flick between its fangs
And I think you could be another Vegas star Cocaine in a limo near New York, New York To wake up with no sense of who or where you are Glitter in the drain every morning wash
Next thing you know; you’re lost on a road that you do know The rings around the streetlights shine like halos And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience
No one means can hold you in for long enough It’s not particular the way you seek that rush The destination is not the fuel to the search Or else the regular visits would lift the curse
Next thing you know; you’re lost on a road that you do know The rings around the streetlights shine like halos And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience
And seldom, when I hear you singing the night’s songs, do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time. And often when the days are getting dark in the spaces I’ve been living I’ll reach out my fingers to your side. And seldom, when I hear you singing that night song, do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
