you could tap your shoes in four-four time until your feet hurt we could hang out to dry our skin made of fabric threads coming loose and you could sing your blues under the porch light but take off the mask and would you look at my face as it leaks all over the hardwood floors and you told me you're thirsty boy on the bed just don't drink the ocean don't be so callow don't be so green don't stain the carpet that's not you you're not that orange and we can't divide you and your skinny arms hang out the window of these hotel rooms the boat-room we lived in the forks that you stole and left for the streets look at the city as she takes off her clothes and she leaves you a trail of garments on the floor for you to followTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.