That dirty old t-shirt never looked better Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather She’s young, and I’m stung
Through all of the pain and all my denial The arguments lasted for miles and miles We went deep, deep into love
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather We weren’t made to fly We got lost We were too quick to love
The bedroom was burning, sweat on your face From the golden retrievers that slept ‘cross our legs I insisted, you resisted
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather We weren’t made to fly We got lost We were too quick to love
So don’t try and make things better Though you’re sweet to try We got lost We were too quick to love…
If I’m in the kitchen, don’t call down the hall Stay in the bedroom cause the back doors ajar I’ll be missing. I need distance
It’s so wrong. Maybe Heather We weren’t made to fly We got lost We were too quick to love
So don’t try and make things better Though you’re sweet to try We got lost We were too quick to love…
If you were the steam train I was the brakes If you were Manhattan I’m a cabin up state Long distance Long distance Directory assistanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
