You're raising hell on shore With the widows of love A new sound from the beaches Be quiet hear them roar I got no secrets I got no friends But I got a hold of you They say you're trouble I say you're fine I always crossed that line Your rose-colored socks Your sun-bleached hair You piss me off at times I don't really care
You drop bombs on my head You cut me with cheap knives Make sure I never forget There's a riot tonight How a raging love Can end and no one wins I hate your delicate smile Like a thief in the night With the coming of spring I jump-start my trip A trip to behold A trip I should skip
You'll go first and I'll grieve It's too much to conceive In dreams I picture this The USS Intrepid in the rain You and I holding hands While evil runs through your veins At night they come to make you feel small Or maybe they don't come at all I've seen you cry I've seen it all I've seen your downfall Was it true or did you make it all up I'm through I have to stop Then out of the blue Like a B52 You drop a bomb cuckoo And it's over thank youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
