I might as well be cheating on you I do. I might as well be cheating on you. . Always knew that you would be. Cheating on me finally. I never knew it'd be this soon.
Hey Michel how's life are you ok. I wonder if you ever think of me. It's been 9years since that kiss. I can help but reminisce. Hey Michel do you remember.
Here, if it's only consolation, take mine. No, no need for explanations, it's alright. With me it would only be redundent, see. If you only try to keep it all inside.
Here, if it's any consolation, take mine. No, no need for explanations, it's alright. With me it would only be redundant, see. If you only try to keep it all inside.
Right behind the perfect face. There's someone who keeps secrets hidden. We all think I don't wanna know. Reasons why you're crashin' over me. . I don't look back.
Memphis water, washing all your feels away,. Memphis water, you're a hero, so they say, yes. . [Chorus]. But can't stand to be yourself,. You don't wanna be no one els,.
I won't give in. I put fresh heart. Into myself. But I flee my thoughts. . I won't give in. I've sealed my mouth. Won't say a thing. At least not out loud.
Strange, in troubled water. I am drowning in a goofy way. Strange, how my perception. Is slightly coloured by a blue haze. Strange, how I even got here.
Because I'm young and foolish at heart. I search the way to the stomach. To nutcrack the undigest thoughts. Mad dogs bite. Out of love. For the unborn adored baby.
You ain't been blue, no, no, no. You ain't been blue. 'Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes. While I sit and sigh, "go 'long blues".
Money can't buy it baby. Sex can't buy it baby. Drugs can't buy it baby. You can't buy it baby. . I believe that love alone might do these things for you.
Ooh, ooh, ooh. Memphis in June. A shady veranda under a Sunday blue sky. Memphis in June. And cousin Amanda is making a blueberry pie. . I can hear the clock inside a-ticking and a-tocking.
Many many rivers to cross. But I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering I am lost. As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. . Many rivers to cross.
I was watching the woman that was walking down my street. Walking with grace, so beautifully, carefully. She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother.
Way back Friday wasn't my day. I hung my boots on the factory door. I found a diesel, hit it my way. I made my bed here on the floor. . Where the station never closes.
here i am so take it all or leave it. stepping back leaves no room to breathe. in this day's over and i'm not coming back again for more. fake it, break it, anyway you take it.