Cradling a glass of something that I shouldn't drink But maybe it'll help me think Or help me forget Why keep asking questions When everything that's done has been Committed by my own damn hand And I'll do it again?
Maybe it's too soon to find out But by now there should have been an answer You're taking me through settled accounts And, somehow, I end up even less sure
You're making like we're all done But nothing's getting through, a bit So maybe then I should just quit But I can't let go I don't know where to start, but I wish you'd just get on with it At this point I could use a hit Of some dry Prosecco
Maybe it's too soon to find out But by now there should have been an answer You're taking me through settled accounts And, somehow, I end up even less sure
Yeah, we've been undermined For the hundredth time It happens enough that I never wonder why
Maybe it's too soon to find out But by now there should have been an answer You're taking me through settled accounts And, somehow, I end up even less sureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
