She wants her own, that's what she's hoping for She wants to have what they both tried before
And people say what the papers say Because the papers say what they believe And now it feels like early mourning And there's a fever in this morning
He wants to know that he has closed the door He wants to know what she is fighting for
And people say what the papers say Because the papers say what they believe And now it feels like early mourning And there's a fever in this morning I know it feels like early mourning And there's a fever in this morning
Waiting for a sun Waiting for a sun Waiting for a sun that'll never rise Waiting for a sun Waiting for a sun Waiting for a sun that'll never rise
And now it feels like early mourning And there's a fever in this morning I know it feels like early mourning And there's a fever in this morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
