Anna says she saw it coming And Anna says it was meant to be And Anna spikes my drink, insisting things are only ever as complicated as she decides they're gonna be, gonna be...
Well I guess you'll go your way, and I'll go mine To your new neighbourhood on the other side Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
Anna lies out on the diving board Lookin' up at horses in the clouds While over the branches and leaves The birds sing acceptance speeches Anna claims another victory like it was meant to be now
Well I guess you'll go your way, and I'll go mine With your shrunken head for, for your brand new life Well I guess you'll go your way, and I'll go mine To your new neighbourhood on the other side Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I see the Polaroids of Joan of Arc all spread out on the floor Well all I want is a cure for miracles, but all she's got is a miracle cure
I'm going back to the city I'm going back to the city I'm going back to the city To the city, I'm going back I'm going back to the city I'm going back to the city Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
