6 acessos
When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight
From the corner of my eye
They came, to be
Tell your trouble to
Someone stuck here just like you
Sucking in the smoke
Like it's going out of style
And i'll listen,
To what you have to say
You said it any way to me
And you'll listen
Something special is at work
It's really not a chore to me
So put me in a bag
Or bury me in rags
The lady upstairs,
She made, me strong
Can't make it to the bar
Can't make it to the bath
Caught and confused
You give it up for this
Cause, i'll listen
To what you have to say
You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure
I'll listen
Because it means that much to you
You're everything i do, or see
They may not work it out