You found failure In the act of a song That is luck, luck, luck And a bad excuse is better than none That is luck, luck, luck
A new found fence We constructed from pens The foundation was worn By the eyes of the shore
And we didn't sleep While the crows cackled our feet But she spins incomplete And the mind is just a memory
And it's luck
He drinks water from a plastic cup That is luck, luck, luck And you bath in branch Pulled from each of us That is luck, luck, luck
A fond farewell to the gravity of sound We can blend in the crowd Cut your hair, make mom proud
And there is a phrase A watched man never plays As we sit and we wait For the end of the trainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.