I'm giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues. I just can't fit in these Sunday shoes anymore. Little lion, little lion have you lost your mighty roar? The one that sent me hiding so many times before like a coward to the canyon, in search of something more. But I was left eroding by the valley, empty-handed. I was a believer all along, until the vultures landed. "I'm no scarecrow, I'm no lamp-post!" I shouted and they disbanded. But at the end of the day, all I had to say was that I'm giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues. I just can't fit in these Sunday shoes anymore. Little bird little bird, are you still able to fly? Some things are impossible to forget at night. So you just lie awake until you're burned by the morning light. But those vultures were a persistant kind and I"m often unprepared. So I was led by the fireflies to the mouth of a woman so fair. I was taken by her beauty and scared of how she loved me so I spent so many nights in limbo waiting to see where these fireflies had so quickly led me. It was the day of my departure that those vultures got a lead and by God if I could say so, they made a feast of me now I'm a valley, I'm a lion and that bird. Now I'm cryin in the canyon of something I didn't mean to make but all I had to say was that I'm giving up what I thought was true, I'm taking down my baby blues, I just cant fit in these Sunday shoes anymore. Little bird little bird, are you still able to fly? Some things are impossible to forget at night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
