I've been picking
up the pieces
of the mess
you made
up the pieces
of the mess
you made
when
the rain is blowing in your face
and the whole world is on your case
i could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel
my love
when the evening
shadows
and the stars appear
and there is no one there
to dry your tears
i could hold you for
a million years
to make you feel
my love
and the whole world is on your case
i could offer you a warm embrace
to make you feel
my love
when the evening
shadows
and the stars appear
and there is no one there
to dry your tears
i could hold you for
a million years
to make you feel
my love
A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow.
A crooked stick will have a crooked shadow.
I've got a bad case of the f**k it's.
What am I going to do with all these f*cks I don't
give? Oh well.
