Tekster:
Camisra

I heard the word going 'round town They say that you're making a fool out of me Baby, it took me some time to come around To realize you were not what

I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin' away since I don't know Ain

You know that restaurant on highway 1 With the key lime pie that song the sand and the sun Where we ran in our bare feet built a castle on the beach Just

Friday night butterflys LIke clockwork they'd arrive A little chill and the october sky Nervous till the kickoff game 4 quarters win or lose Spent

Woke up this mornin' The house was cold Checked the furnace she wasn't burnin' Went out and hopped in my old Ford Hit the engine but she ain't a turnin

Light A Fireburn Up All You Know you've Had so Much Time Just To let Things Go now You're burning Letters Out in The Snow in Your Backyard years Go Rolling

Espana camisa blanca de mi esperanza reseca historia que nos abraza por acercarse solo a mirarla. Paloma buscando cielos mas estrellados donde entendernos

Espana camisa blanca de mi esperanza reseca historia que nos abraza por acercarse solo a mirarla. Paloma buscando cielos mas estrellados donde entendernos

This fire's alight We're here again From black and white Into colour Well there've been moments That i would gladly forget about And there've been moments