Woorden:
Smoking Popes Get Fired

to say I recall when we felt that way There was a time When you were a part of me [Chorus] I'd come over tonight But I just can't get over you again

The bluest summer skies cloudless in your eyes A little out of focus here And the rain belongs to all the tender songs That I might not ever sing to

Let's hear it for heartache Let's hear it for pain Let's hear it for poison tears that wash your dreams down the drain Let's hear it for sleepless nights

Baby, I just can't get you off my mind I'd hang out with you all the time If I didn't have to work Maybe I should think about giving that up too Baby

Bother, I don't bother Bother, I don't bother Days just wave goodbye as they ride in tonight And then they're gone, gone, gone... Sorry, I'm not sorry