Scarce (Chris Jonat)
Love is a strange apparatus, a game with rules that drift like the snow You want to be heard, hell you want to be served But you can't figure which way to go Cause in love or not there's some things you forgot Like love wasn't built in a day Or a month or a year, yeah if love is here It just happened by this way
Look up, look down Love's been here before and it's coming back round Back up, crouch down Gotta make yourself scarce if you want to be found
I know what it means, why you need to be seen I know that there's pride on the line But you can't always take, always be on the make Relax and you'll be doing fine
Now I do give thanks as I walk the plank Preparing to give up what's mine And strange as it seems to a man of my miens Turns out I'm the loving kind So thanks for the grief and of course for relief Thank you for making me fall From the ground I can see they weren't lying to me When they promised that love conquers all Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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