We were cut and smelled of petals These scented promises had me Thinking that I was special For the new lease of life I had got Oh no, woah oh For a minute thought my heart had stopped Oh no, woah oh And the lessons that I had were lost
Know you gotta think about it Let me hear the things I’m out to hear
Return to the scene of your glories But not for the fame To be stuck in the back sorting laundry Of the same folks you can’t stand Oh no, woah oh What a waste for an ivory hand Oh no, woah oh Exquisitely shocked as I am
Know you gotta think about it Let me hear the things I’m out to hear See me like you do in memories Of a time you barely knew me girl
Always walking through webs See nostalgia as a threat Do you still want it now we got it?
Know you gotta think about it Let me hear the things I’m out to hear See me like you do in memories Of a time you barely knew me girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
