When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat Just like your worst nightmare with a mean streak But all the talent and the money's only gonna breed Every Queen every King you're ever gonna need And they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy By the time that they get through
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory 'Boy you dream a lot' Cause you're really not that man you used to be
When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane But now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain
Trying hard to chase an ever fading memory Before the days of grace are never gonna be So gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral Bring your camera and flowers for the general Sit around and reminise about the glory days
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory 'Boy you dream a lot' Cause you're really not that man you used to be
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory 'Boy you dream a lot' Cause you're really not that man that people seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
