It’s not right but it’s now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?
On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house
Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I can And then I’m gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it’s now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat’s son It was ‘81
Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen I could sleep wherever I lay my head
And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub Let me know that I shouldn’t give up just yet
Cuz I’m gonna take it from Simon And then I’m gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it’s now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat’s son It was ‘81
I know, you’ll say I’m not doing it right But this is how I want it
I can’t go back To how I felt before—
That night I smoked a joint With my best friend We found ourselves in bed When I woke up he was gone
He was the diplomat’s son It was ‘81
Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me I can’t feel any traces of that other place
In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river There’s a car all black with diplomatic platesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
