All the things all the things she gave me All the things all the things she gave me
I wrapped them up in a big brown box Tied it with ribbon drove to the docks Checked my time by the old town clock All the things...
I saw the watchman he was blowing into Cupped hands as he walked to the car He said "Where do you think you're drivin' to, Son? All good folks are in bed and a day's work is done"
I said "I'm just looking for someplace to burn All the things all the things that she gave me... All the things that she gave me where do I put them? Where can I hide them where I won't have to see them?"
It's dark as hell here this city's grown cold The devil's in drag playing poker with souls The lots are all empty the last man is out The moon's made of cheese and God is a boy scout
When I go to sleep I'll be dreaming about All the things...
Then I'll dream about churches with great tall spires Cathedrals and candles chimneys and choirs I'll dream about THAT place Where I set fire all the things All the things that she...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
