All this distance really hurts Conversion scale just does not work Metric tons, two minus one Bottle caps in a pocket change tray Weight is constant and heavy Bottle caps in a pocket change tray
Centimeters, inches, feet They just can't compete With all the while and all the miles Two three three two Fulton street And its the haps you have a plane to catch The weight is pulling deep inside you The wait is anything but easy Perhaps the story always ends with me And its the haps you have a plane to catch and you Bottle caps in a pocket change tray
I think I get it, I think I understand The way we bend it didn't make sense It never did Well it's wrong for you my dear
See her in a magazine How's everything on her scene? Read her in the interview It wasn't half bad she said it's Late now i'm in bed and tired And I'm quite drunk enough to explain for awhile of Why i never wrote or called or Why i never did anything at all I know you're in my bed alone and Try and block out the drone of Passtime it's just a month we had And she was right it wasn't that bad Somehow it just might make sense I think I get it, I think I understand
Still i wonder if i wander then what's nextTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
