3 acessos
I can't begin to compete with you and everyone knows I know you know it, too.
It's a complicated fear that grows with every year and it's walking on it's own finally
All I can offer are farmer chords, these simple rhymes and you painted in words
You can sing this when alone or whistle it through your teeth and it
will feel like home no matter how far you'll be from my lonely arms
outstretched just beyond your reach singing "ooh, baby, please..."