Baixar Mais Tocadas: Jack Johnson

They say taylor was a good girl, never want to be late / Complain, express ideas in her brain / Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets / Youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
Well he’s not necessarily trying to say that he minds it / But someone plays evil tricks on that kid / Well he’s not necessarily trying to say god can’t be trusted / But someone plays evil tricks on that kid
Who’s to say what’s impossible? / Well, they forgot this world keeps spinning / And with each new day I can feel a change in everything / And as the surface breaks, reflections fade
There’s no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard / No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart / Our dreams and they are made out of real things / Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
I gotta get home, there’s a garden to tend / All the fruits on the ground / And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistled in static / Young learn to fly I will patch up the holes once again