Sometimes the people that you meet in your life can seem Just like characters that populate some quiet childhood dream It's so easy to get caught up in just one poetic line Well the Parsons have their cross to bear I know: I've got mine
And it's a quiet night in Silver Lake, all the people crowd this scene Well they look so much like cardboard cut-outs placed upon a screen And I feel this sinking feeling as Missy grabs my hand And we lose ourselves in the harmonies, the white-robed beauty of this band
Aahh Ooohhh
And the singers all cry as she whispers in my ear And I stare down at the ground, holding tightly to my beer Do you feel the strain between us, yeah I know I feel it, too And I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads do I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
