You will ride in the night Cause you're far from my sight/side Though I knew I wanted you There's nothing left to do Oh, what you wanted to do
Planning to find a redemption You will call and pretend When there's nothing but dimes in our pockets When we sit down to talk on benches summertime Just talking to watch the sun fall on your face
You would call out all right You would call out all rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
