If I knew where to go And if I knew how to get there I met your lover on Friday night He was wearing gold and silver "So this is the lucky man," I thought "Well what does that make me?" And what would that make you my love Probably more than you would care to be And if we can't see eye to eye I can always kneel on this floor of mine And pray to the god you claimed that never came And watch you walk right out of this life of mine I broke up a fight on a Saturday night Those memories vs. me on South Street Thoughts of the past came to kick my ass And left me bleeding on the concrete You can see these scars and these wounds up close These wholes in my body on South Street It's your microscope and all the things you couldn't cope with They are my enemies at least they seem to be And if you never come alive You can always kneel on this floor of mine And pray for the man you claim ran away And I can play that role, I can read his lines And if your waters weren't made for my tread Then what's possible could never give hell Is it the loss or the longing to which I am belonging that has kept you alive and well? "This is not the time nor the place," you said, "for picking up pieces like me." But I forgot that I was a junk man with holes in my hands When I held those pieces close to me And if you never change your mind I can always work on these lines of mine And I'll use them on the local girls And they can keep me shallow they can help you die And if I never turn out fine Well I can always kneel on this floor of mine And pray to the god you claim that never came and He can keep me shallow he can help you die He can keep me shallow he can help you die He can keep me shallow he can help you die Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com