Love don't live at home, oh no, it slithers in the wild I met her at the Biltmore, she was cold and over-styled Took all my money and took all my pride She may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile.
I can tell we'll never be safe 'Til the walls fall down. Every morning chipping away 'Til the walls fall down.
Won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes? It's okay to relax in this forest of folks Cause nobody's aiming a stick at your spokes So won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake And now you're back in town To show your New York crown But now you're much too proud, You're too cool.
On the road I dream of home and when at home I dream of action. Our apartments are all haunted by the ghost of satisfaction. Cause we all want something that's bigger than fashion. So spill out your heart brother, show me your passion Spill out your heart sister, show me your passion.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
