Blankets drying over his old bed Drop the casket in the ground Ivory like the second time you married Pure no more And secrets found out
Sleep on the floor of a stranger's house Tell myself I could be someone else Once familiar things can lose their shape You won't even recognize my face In the empty frame that's taken its place
The phone rings Early morning Brought the bad news There's no good way to tell you Sort through memories in my head Look for meaning in things you've said Long enough ago to forget So I think of it every day to keep the wound freshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
