Mary, this station is playing every sad song. I remember like we were alive. I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights. And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her. Licking young boys blood from her claws. And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew. Her hair was rabid and her heart was like a tomb. My heart's like a wound.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?
Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life. Better safe than making the party. And I never had a good time, I sat my bedside, With papers and poetry about Estella. Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?
It's funny how the night moves. Humming a song from 1962. We were always waiting...always waiting. We were always waiting for something to happen.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
