Fences - Lesser Oceans - text písně

She asked 'hows Seattle' in some motherly talk
Its okay, its mostly grey
I think I'm just leveling off

And sometimes I think I'm running around
Like a dog with no song, no song
And I'm following some flickering lamp
In the fog, the fog

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

Think back, to the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It's okay, it's far away
I just think I'm measuring ours

And sometimes I think you're writing this down
For the songs, the songs, the songs
And it's something that you don't really feel
But it's ours, it's ours, it's ours

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

Pa-pa-pa-pa, I'm getting old, I'm getting older
Pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, it's getting cold upon your shoulders
Pa-pa-pa-pa

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

I know, I know, that I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay just a little longer
They might be giving up new greys

Přidal: dne 11. 03. 2015 v 01:49.
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