Текст песни Belvedere - She Sells And Sand Sandwiches
I must have fell inside a trap of sorts
You broke my weak facade
It seems despite my bad intentions
You won't believe, I'm just relieved
That you're still talking to me
Walking to me
CHORUS
Most times, we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover, the spell I'm under
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
And every other I think in...
I think it's funny how some things can bring you back
Somehow my memories, they never served me well
The way you looked at me, exposing my transperency
And everything I have, which is nothing without you
Most times, we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover, the spell I'm under
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
And every other I think in blue
Most times, we let our hopes slip through
I can't recover, the spell I'm under
A constant fool and, those nights
The heat just came off you, now every summer
And every other I think...
Thinking in blue
Thinking of you
