In the city, in the summer, on a Sunday When the streets are good and empty looking both ways I think of what I'll say to you when you're across from me
I've been thinking about the reasons I've been skimming Through a season, through a sentence, through my winnings I don't know how to keep a stream of hopes and dreams afloat
I'm trying to remember all the feelings From the first scrape to the last scab I'll be peeling
And if I fall, I hope I come down slow I've waited all these years, I hope you know You know
I can promise I'll be paying good attention But I'll be honest, I'll be honored, you'll be mentioned
I think I'm who you don't know you've been waiting for And if it's true, I won't forget, I can't ignore I won't
I'll be trying to remember I'll be trying to remember I'll be honestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
