Beachfront hotel, twenty dollars a night Nineteen seventy-two, sun yellow and bright Too exhausted to think or to talk Young boys from bangledesh breakdancing on the sidewalk And the waves will tear them all to pieces The waves will tear them all to pieces.
Twinkling waterford crystal in the banquet hall Childlike religious paintings lining the wall I will try to gather my strength And i will rest up all week All i can say to them now When i open my mouth to speak Is that the waves will tear us all to pieces The waves will tear us all to piecesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
