Two tall glasses of sweet iced tea Underneath the sweet gum tree And the love we once nurtured, you and me Disintegrating violently
Stick your tongue out Catch the pieces as they drift down the air I am too slow to catch them all Not too far gone to care
Two slow summer hours spent picking at the bones Figuring the interest on delinquent loans Speaking in sad and mournful tones Trying to squeeze tears out of mute stones
Wet your finger, place it toward the wind Feel disaster in the air We are far too slow to outrun it now But not too far gone to careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
