Is it the list and the sway, is it the roll and the pitch The drunken Gulf of Mexico or the 7 year itch I hear the mating calls of fireflies, some celestial blues
And they're bringing me around again and that's something I can use Now I see nothing but the water and it's falling from my face It is the face (it is the face), it is the face (it is the face) I wanna show you
Will I remember to remember that without you I'm a shadow Of a drifter and a barfly and whatever else you had to be It's true I've come around, now I can even touch my toes And all the running and the talking, yeah, now everybody knows You never speak but I can hear you as you sing out from your mismatched eyes They are the eyes (they are the eyes), they are the eyes, I will to die with
We're on a boat out on the ocean and there's nothing more to share We've gone from one wave to another and back again to where We go when guitars are hungover and the songs are fast asleep I feel the flesh wounds in my heart but they are mine for me to keep In your pocket or your fist or in your mind but they come to you By your ears, they are the ears (they are the ears), they are the ears That I will sing toTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
