A flash down the avenue Old lady stares up from her daydream I wouldn't mind exchanging symbols But I'm running from my lover's shadow
Got to hide me somewhere Lose me somewhere Bury my head underground A bit heavier from the load
And a headful of good memories Worth Mexican currency In the light of her approaching footsteps I was her friend she needed me
I held her loosely in my hand One chance was all I had She is a drummer with furious mallets My head is a drum She is a drummer with a beat as tight as skin My head is a drum
A crimson dress she was wearing And me purple from the circumstances Her best friend standing white beside me Matching the sheets that held us so accusingly
I tried explaining but words are so damn useless When broken hearts are at stake And then she was reaching in her bag And my face melted downward
She held one in each hand And she readied herself to play Now she's getting closer The beat is getting louder, closer
Smashing down in rhythm with my heart She is a drummer with furious mallets My head is a drum She is a drummer with a beat as tight as skin My head is a drumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
