Tekster:
Barenaked Ladies Maroon

It's the perfect time of year Somewhere far away from here I feel fine enough, I guess Considering everything's a mess There's a restaurant down the street

I tried I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby I'm so fly, that's probably

All around the room your things are placed And next to you he fills the space And so it seems your saving grace Is only saving face The pictures of the

The credits roll, the camera pans And in the mist our hero stands He starts to speak, then folds his hands in prayer An awkward pause, then what?s my

If you know better, please email the corrections Suddenly things become unsound Stumbling upon the shaky ground Given arrows to shoot tornadoes down Shoot

I gave you my arms I gave you my lips I gave you my heart On a silver plate I guess I gave you Too much, too soon And you gave me Too little, too late

You walked into the room and the whole place stopped to notice Standing next to you, I feel hopeless and you know this I've never been ashamed of my attraction

You walked into the room And the whole place stopped to notice Standing next to you, I feel hopeless and you know this I've never been ashamed of my

This is where the helicopters came to take me away This is where the children used to play This is only half a mile away from the attack This is where