Tomorrow, I'll feel fine It's yesterday that took my breath away Flying off the handle Finally sweeping down the avenue God's up in his heaven And the the devil's on Bonnie Brae But there seems to be no room for us
So choose your poison, it's up to you I recommend you think about it long and hard Because the woods can get thick quick inside Dark and tangled and petrified And you wandered through the endless night And never see the light of day
Let's turn the record over Your life's a pleasant valley Moonlight drives and gardens in the sun His shadow stays behind you Graceful as a dancer in a balletTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
