You offered a finger When I reached for your hand You lived like a boy But you dressed like a man And as your beard grew longer And wrinkles waged war on your face You said, “I can't give you anything but age”
And I picked off the polish That covered my nails As I harkened your rues And conquistory tales But your mumbled contrition's Become just a song you replay Like saying “I can't give you anything but age”
And you proved you were different By hanging around With the girls with the faces And the hair and the frowns And as you lay there beside her And try to remember her name You whisper, “I can't give you anything but age”
And you fed me clichés Which I swallowed intact But I still can't decide If you thought they were fact And as I walk from the room Where I thought I had turned a new page You don't say anything at all But what you told me all along “You know that I can't give you anything but age”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
