Oh, I froze I can't be so far away from my wasteland I'll never know when I might ambulance Or hoist the horns with my own hands Almost... almost...
I heard a faint olé true love But I had other ways to hurt myself Like calling, I could open up my heart and fall in And I could blame it all on dust The art of almost Almost... almost... almost...
I hold it up, I shake the grade Disobey across the waves, tomorrow I'll have all the love I could ever ache And I'll leave almost with you, Art of almost Almost... almost...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.