Woorden:
Beth

Tired but I ain't sleeping Thinking about some sad affair And why I should be leaving 'Cause some of these thoughts Only seem to take me outta here Yeah

Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath Stepping through brilliant

So much stays unknown till the time has come Did you imagine you could ever be so strong? Then watch your fear just turn into relief Your sea of doubt

It's another cold London night I wrap this head around my shoulders tight Please excuse me, seems there's someone at my door I wouldn't leave but the

When the Devil comes blowing through your door You'll know there's trouble, and he's coming back for more You better keep what is precious hidden under

Some of the worst wrongs Get righted on three chords Like a promise or a kiss goodbye When the sneer on your lips Is the livest thing just alive enough

Ooh yeah, you know You couldn't cause me any harm Although, at times, I may get startled I'm not alarmed I can see your eyes I know when they're telling

There once was a farmer, who took a young miss in back of the barn where he gave her a lecture on horses and chickens and eggs and told her that she

And you start swimming and swimming And swimming, and swimming And you never stop swimming until you reach the ocean And you're swimming into the sunset