When the last Ship has sailed And calling out to no avail Warm sun rays shining Every which way Burnin' shoulders Growing older I've heard it over and over Cold blue waves Left without a trace Nothing seeming to make sense Stuck under a false pretense Would you rather walk the plank Or talk the talk with nothing in the bank It's not always a choice that is Yours or mine That bright day slowly fading away Bought me a one way ticket gone the wrong way Doesn't really matter Anyway It's probably going to be a while At least you have the birds to hear you cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
