(Come here) (or possibly something in Spanish) (Hey)
When I get there I'll be ready With a map and a pen, duty is a creed There are lessons for the lonely When I'm drunk in a room That's when I think of you Oh my baby, She went AWOL Drove to a shop, never to return And it broke me, like a flower Baked in the sun, a hot Spanish sun
But I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't
What a story, not a volume Just a tacky little ode in the corner of my mind Maybe Preston in the winter Drinking in the night, the cold English night
But I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't
So find out who you are Use a train, take a car You've got arms, you've got money Point a finger and find out who you are God, find out who you are
And there's a figure, he's so evil With a black little eye and a pure white mind And I'm so sorry when I see this There's a lesson in the blood The cold English blood
But I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down Slow down
No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow down No I can't slow downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.