This is the pillow I stole from the North Beach Hotel, then took a fast train in the morning to hide my regrets. Melted the city around us that summer of joy, Promised to turn into jail if we stayed for too long.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely lo… I get so lonely, lonely, lonely when you’re gone. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely lo… I get so lonely, lonely, lonely when the fun is gone.
Now all these images drown me when I’m going to be and wonder what happened to you my promise of a man. Memories seem to reveal a pretty big loss as my head is laying down on the pillow I one day stole. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely lo… I get so lonely, lonely, lonely when you’re gone. Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely lo… I get so lonely, lonely, lonely when the fun is gone. (bis)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
