Did you mean the things you said? Were you pulling ankles and legs? Do you read when you go to bed? Do you lie there shaking instead? Cause it works both ways with the rain leaving the words unread and I want to have you again listening to Bedhead
Try to get a little rest There's a very big day ahead I was lost like people feel before they find God's love
The best I can say now, "We made it alone, no help from hot-air balloons, saving us in the nick of time" Don't get your hopes up Keep them low Try not to reach so high Hard work won't pay off in the end
What a broken string of events What a little tied up loose end Are you mad that they are all dead? Do you wish that you'd gone instead? Are you pissed that when things got bad there was one set of footprints in the sand? When it's easy you walk alone there's a mark for each of your toes
The best I could hope for is what you'd expect White lights like icicles hung up above the porch I'd just like to say now before things go too far, "I hated none of you, I loved you all at the time"
I like having to run when I don't run and it leaves me so, so tired I want better for you and for my son and the lives we're leading now
I like having a tongue when the words come And even if it gets tied I want cinnamon buns in the morning sun in the airport waiting lines
I like having some fun like anyone with loaded water guns Your Canadian plum has got me numb Like Novacain in my gum
The best is the smoke blown back through the flue like birds returning to a tree Where their old nest used to be Now things have changed or maybe not That's where you learn to fly That's where our eggshell liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
