Long gone the days of summer / In LA it stretches longer / Fading, waiting / Try to heal but the pain it won’t go
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Maybe
Maybe… / Oh, if I could pray, and I try, dear, / You might come back home, home to me. / Maybe
Maybe . . . you’ll think of me, when you are all alone, / maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue / Then, what will you do? / Maybe . . . you’ll sit an’ sigh, wishing that I were near
Maybe / Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone / Maybe the one who is waiting for you / Will prove untrue, then what will you do
Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone / Maybe the one who is waiting for you / Will prove untrue, then what will you do? / Maybe you’ll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near
Maybe / Oh, if I could pray, and I try, dear / You might come back home, home to me / Maybe
Having spent your entire life exactly where you are tonight / In the valley between intent and deed / You must have mastered this / The fragile art of a good excuse
Maybe… / Seams like the only word we trust / So uncertain… / We stumble to understand our fall.
I see myself there waiting by the roadside / Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in / No name, no history / Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head