And the funny thing is it has no end I try to call you up, at 2am In a crowded bar, your ringer tones Grab my mind
I can see you through the (vone?), The (vone?), the (vone?) And I'm wide awake at home At home, at home So think I'll seem like a cat And hope you don't catch The bourbon on my breath My breath, my breath
Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street And the cars fly through the (ballory?) I come to your door and I hear a moan And another voice say, "Christ, she's not alone" Alone, alone And my heart sinks like a stone A stone, a stone And the tears won't even come I feel so numb So swept aside, so dumb So dumb, so dumb
When the words are wrong And my patience gone Will you tell me Does this mean you're moving on?
From the balcony, you call my name I see you standing in the rain Your words so dry, your face so wet Said I broke your heart, But it hasn't happened yet I'll bet, your friends all hate me now I get the strangest looks, From that bitchy crowd And though, they must think They have every reason to I guess I'm still not quite yet over you
When the words are wrong And you're hanging on Another guy's arm Does this mean you're moving on?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
