The sheets and I in disarray
In evidence before the light of day
A robe is strewn across the floor
The wind blows in through the open door
and I'm gone
The sky is clear
The road is wide
There's not a single sign of life
A suitcase filled with memorabilia
And one last shot in a magazine
and I'm gone
And how could it be so wrong
When it was so right?
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
