A bit like an audience These passengers salute you They sing your song, applaud your delusion In the cafe, it hangs in the air You look up from your book and you write of this illusion like
Everyone looks, they see you tripping over yourself Everyone is eagle-eyed and you were designed to fly but you can't Everyone knows every mistake you made But no one cares, until you say sorry
A bit like an apartment Where your keys used to work Where kids have grown up to see much better than you They are the audience you play to They pick up your keys when you lose them Because
Everyone looks weary of what you do to yourself They sing your hooks and knock your books off your table Everyone knows every mistake you made But no one cares, until you say sorry Everyone knows every mistake you made Everyone knows mistake you made Everyone knows every mistake you made But no one cares, until you say sorryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
