Staring at the dark again, you left your silhouette upon my pillow - hey, hey Right inside the night, I'm waiting for the light, seems like I'm in the middle - hey, hey
Workin for something that I can't touch and sometimes can't even believe in - woh, woh Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight - so tight
They call me free But I call me a fool - hey, hey They call me free But I call me a fool - hey, hey
Well I look back at April, but she won't look back at me - Oh, no, no, no So I pray in May for June to stay, but she just came to wash into the sea - away
And they call me free But I call me a fool - hey, hey They call me free But I call me a fool - heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, heyah, hey
Slipped down to Mexico, started messin with her yellow afro Slipped down behind the sheets, started talkin bout Pistol Pete, well Slipped down to the African, started talkin bout what she can do Well here we are again, back where we started Slipped down to the dark again, you left your silhouette on my pillow - yeah, yeah Well I'm right inside the night, I'm waitin for the light Seems like I'm in the, seems like I'm always in the middle
They call me free They call me free Free But I call me a... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
