I know it's harder, the length from your shoulder To your hungry eyes, to your bloated mind The flower of Juda paints not a picture But the tasteless life that I abide by Who love has taken that razor sharp humour That you used to wear in summer weather Our labour to gather up strangers who grow bitter From the weights and ties of love combined with wealth
If you want it, you should just ask for it
When love is now love through all of the broken blades of grass that stained your school blouse
When you need it, don't feel desperate We all need it the same as you do
When you need her, don't just grab her And it's clearer she don't recognise you at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
