And look around... can you blame us?
Can you blame us?
AND IF A DOUBLE-DECKER BUS
CRASHES INTO US
TO DIE BY YOUR SIDE
SUCH A HEAVENLY WAY TO DIE
AND IF A TEN TON TRUCK
KILLS THE BOTH OF US
TO DIE BY YOUR SIDE
THE PLEASURE AND THE PRIVILEGE IS MINE
I turned around to see if you were looking back.
Frippe pustade högljutt. Svetten pärlade i hans rödblossande ansikte, det värkte i varje muskel i hans bulliga lekamen, fötterna brände och landsvägsdammet kliade på hans hals och rygg. Men han kämpade tappert vidare.
WHY IS THERE A MISSING PIECE IN EVERYONE I KNOW?
I never have the right part to make them work out right
So they go on with their temperamental lives off track
Such a half-assed mechanic, I can't even fix myself
Now I know
that the earth from the sky to the ground
is alive with an aching for love
Look at me
I have tried but good luck is a sound
I've not heard in my life for a while