Sittin’ listening to Tom Tom with a storm creeping in This old world’s gotta veil that is so damn thin I can see it through the wipers I can feel it in my bones It’s the loneliness of living makes me feel like I’m home
Well I don’t know so much but I can say for sure That if dying is an illness I wanna find a cure I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass Counting blade after blade how long could I last?
It’s true I’ve got my limits I never break but I bend I’m gonna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end I wanna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end
I never really ever thought those old trees would die I think I’m gonna put my money on the sky
Watching the love that’s taken from us and the babies being born The rug’s ripped out from under never ever being warned I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass Counting blade after blade how long would I last?
And it’s true I got my limits I never break but I bend And I’m gonna live it ‘til the sweet bitter end I’m gonna save it ‘til the sweet bitter end I wanna live it ‘til the sweet bitter endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
