She never even saw it coming Like a car crash without warning The cold air and shaded pines
It felt like any other Tuesday morning
It wasn't the words he told her As he walked down the drive It was how nothing could be the same again Not the birds, the sun, the sky
When he shot the final cannonball It hurt her like nothin hurt before She buckled, wounded but alive Battered, torn, her body sore She put her weapons down and climbed out of the trenches Shook it off and came to her senses And went to work mending her fences
She was always talking Bout dreams that would come true When he found her outside the corner store Wandering the avenue
Love was like a thunderstorm So loud, and dark and fast She got drunk on his cheap cologne Felt so good, that it would never last
When he shot the final cannonball It hurt like nothin hurt before She buckled, wounded but alive Battered, torn, her body sore She put her weapons down and climbed out of the trenches Shook it off and came to her senses And went to work mending her fences
In the quiet of the night She hears the voices say You're a good girl, baby You're a good girl In the silence of the dawn She pushes them away Nobody knows me Nobody knows me AnywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
