Hawksley Workman
Hawksley Workman - Pomegranate daffodil songtekst
Je score:
Don't fuck around anymore There's no good times left for a War So spit shine your old shoes And Knock on my door And don't fuck around anymore The good days are bleeding Away They weren't ours to keep Anyway So drink up your red wine and Make love every day The good days are bleeding Away This catastrophe of yours After one there's always more Is that all that you're living for This catastrophe of yours This catastrophe of mine Play your cards and play them Right It could be yours tonight This catastrophe if mine Someday We'll be bored and Wont' have time for these Catastrophes anymore This catastrophe we made Murky waters and in we wade There won't be peace for us Today In this catastrophe we made This catastrophe of ours Ain't no moon and ain't no Stars There ain't no Jupiter and Mars In this catastrophe of ours Pomegranate and daffodil If you take lover for granted Regret it you will Cuz no darkness can take us And cloud us forever No darkness will keep us from Being together I said no darkness will keep us Apart. So don't fuck around anymore.