Aug 28, 2011
Won't you please stop telling me, I know you're not so blind to see, that everything that was correct is wrong and I know that it ain't just me. But given half the chance to be near you would only make a start in a new decline, and If I gave my heart a convincing listen I'd be giving me a warning sign ... cos days alone they roll into a week, I can't get away when you fall down at my feet. And I'm happy with sweet memories, so why would I want to go and make more history?
Joel Stoker