A pair of dimes Still in your pocket Felt them under my fingers As we kissed
Thought of that morning We spent at the diner It was still on your breath Still keeping you warm
The hills of Ithaca Were frozen that winter But we were together And we were young
Not so much older But the weight on my shoulders I feel like a vampire Who's been through the ages
Through the ages And all the places You will be agelessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
