
Now I’m Four Five Seconds from wildin’ And we got ...
Now I’m Four Five Seconds from wildin’
And we got three more days ’til Friday
Muzyka współczesna to pustynia, na której gdzieniegdzie można znaleźć wyplute pestki daktyli.
Zobaczę dziś czy sił mam dość,
by wejść na szczyt, odmienić los.
They say that time’s supposed to heal you
But I ain’t done much healing
You were the shadow to my light
Did you feel us?
'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
And be standing there beside you right when the stars come through