I磎 not looking for absolution For all my sins or every fight Smells like sneaking dissolution and I go out most every night I磎 not the one here who has to hide
Things like this don't grow on trees ,babe ! Things like this don't come for free Sometimes ? The obvious is hard to see Like raindrops in the stormy sea So won't you live with me on my tree
I can't regret misunderstandings Not even all the ones I磛e caused The best conditions for crashlanding So I磎 not sure if I can stay And remain sincerely yours
