Tekster: Morphine. All Your Way.

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

Let's put it to bed, let's put it down
I can't talk about it, not, not now
On my dyin' day I might be able to say
On a still sea full of manly rage
On my dyin' day I might be able to say
I might be able to say
"You know I finally see things all your way, all your way"

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa

I was raised super strong in Harvard
If you touch me wrong, I fall apart
I found a woman who's soft but she's also hard
While I slept she nailed down my heart

I run good but I'm hard to start
And my brakes are bad so I'm hard to stop
I found a woman who's soft but she's also hard
While I slept she nailed down my heart

Let's put it to bed, let's put it down
I can't talk about it, not right now
On my dyin' day I might be able to say
On a still sea full of manly rage
On my dyin' day I might be able to say
Where every word explodes in my face
I might be able to say
"You know, I finally see things all your way
I finally see things all your way"