Wind-blown whispers wind naked down the corridor Thoughts leavin' my head, they twist through yours What will become of these gestures that we made I've given up my Bible, you moved out of state
Wearily waitin' on the wastin' of his days A sad son's smoldering soul Give you three bucks for your sympathy and another for a cigarette The interaction feels so cold
Oh the songs people will sing for home And for the ones that have been gone for too long But oh the things people will do for the ones that they love
We're only here to find the love that lingers after The moment So kiss me in the back room where the music plays I know that it's not over
But oh the songs people will sing for home And for the ones that have been gone for too long Oh the things people will do for the ones that they love
Break down the corridors La-da-da, da-da-da da da Break down the corridors La-da-da, da-da-da da
Messes that I haven't tried to clean up in a while
You're in my soul now You've gotta waste away with me My mind's made up, I'm stayin' here with you
There's no use knowin' Which way the wind is blowin' My mind's made up, I'm doin' this, I'm doin' this with you
There's no use knowin' Which way the wind is blowin' My mind's made up, I'm doin' this, I'm doin' this
You're in my soul now You've gotta waste away with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
