Prone to wander, near or far I tremble at the thought of where you are
Bring you up in certain crowds But careful how I make those sounds
Hazy day or so they say The nest was hidden til you passed its way
Can't say I'm sorry for you Can't keep it in a jar Can't say it like I want to Just tell me where you are
In the sun the branches hung The summer heat, the arm where you were stung
Pull the stinger with my knife And taste your blood, the red metallic life
Grinning with my teeth stained red I fell asleep and dreamt behind the shed
Dreamt I saw the turning page Some things still don't sit right as I age
Can't say I'm sorry for you Can't keep it in a jar Can't say it like I want to Just tell me where you areTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
