testo Blunder dei Moseek

Blunder

And so I've got to say you know, it's getting late
you drove me to become cold
tired exasperated bored
like a dry strow and ... what else?

I guarantee that getting cold is simply and bitterly my way

you survive by yourself
you get your head broken
to get along and ... what else?

and my regret is that with bread you get a little

I caught you there I'm trying
words don't come
and need drives me to run
from this blunder

I'm trying to hide this lie
for words instead it's getting late

And so I've got to say you know it's getting late!
I' m sleeping in your bed
in your sweetness, my friend!

do you prefer to swallow up
to escape or to turn out ...
well!

to show a reaction
to show opposition
is not you ... well