det bästa med passionen till musik är att det finns någon som redan satt ord på dina känslor
I found god on the corner of first and amistad
where the west was all but won, all alone smoking his last cigarette
I said, where you been?" he said, "ask anything"
where were you when everything was falling apart?
all my days were spent by the telephone. it never rang and all I needed was a call, it never came
to the corner of first and amistad
lost and insecure you found me, you found me, lyin' on the floor, surrounded, surrounded.
why'd you have to wait? where were you? where were you?
just a little late you found me, you found me.
in the end everyone ends up alone
losing h(im)er. the only one who's ever known who I am, who I'm not, who I wanna be
noway to know. how long she will be next to me
early morning. the city breaks. I've been callin' for years and years and years and years
and you never left me no messages, you never send me no letters.
you got some kinda nerve taking all my world
"det bästa med passionen till musik är att det finns någon som redan satt ord på dina känslor" Good one!
