Testi:
Texas White On Blonde

(Instrumental)

Can't you see what I hate That it's you who is sicking Locked behind iron gates You should know You're falling into fiction I can tell You're on some

on this late night It's getting harder now harder now Standing outside Like a joker on a hill He's drawing crazy patterns With his shoes Standing outside Like a joker on

do adore her For she has a halo Can we touch her For their blindness She sees much further Like on a wide-screen viewing Going down on her She's so

Are you ready maybe Are you willing to run Are you ready to let yourself drown Are you holding your breath Are you ready or not Are you ready maybe

I'll send you a postcard from heaven's ocean I feel like staying here in heaven's ocean I've been dreaming For days now Jump in the sea I do that easily

Sunday is the saddest day When we're apart everything I say Gets in the way, gets into place Of how I feel standing face to face Sunday is the saddest

Yeah I wrote that book Can I have it back There's black all around me And I'm lost in this crowd There's no coming back Cause I'm on my way down There

Twenty seconds on the back time I feel you're on the run Never lived too long to make right I see you're doing fine And when I get that feeling I can