Someday, there'll be nothing more to say When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there My body and soul and my car are not for sale
Some days are made of silent anticipation Some days are just quarter-pumping, cheap peepshows Oh, make-believe is all we have some of these days Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way
The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town Where barstools, and dreamers, and glasses all get refilled Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers and memories fighting gravity against the wall Steamboat fishlight dancin' on the windowsill
Oh, the jukebox man never hits us with the latest No, he just brushes the the dust from the grooves of the songs we love Wow a drunk couple sayin' "baby no,no you are no you are no you,you are the greatest" Haloes and hornies, they're squared off toe to toe
Some day there'll be nothing more to say As life is seen as the dance of the seven veils Each teaser reveal the beauty that was always already there My body and soul and my car are not for sale My body and soul and my car are not for sale My body and soul and my car are not for saleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
