Вершы:
Moore Mandy Amanda Leigh

Love doesn't come alone, now does it? Present perfect tense So you made yourself a little world Where even strangers make more sense I play the pain

What would happen if I flew to San Francisco? Wouldn't make much sense from the outside looking in Coming around again All the answers, far too many

I could handle your tortured heart Even piece it together whenever you ripped it apart But I can never be that kind of girl who absorbs that kind of suffering

These are the thoughts that keep me up at night Asleep with you, dull dog bark and no bite In love with a fool feasting for my eyes Fern Dell, Fern Dell

I want your number so we can talk I can't remember the last time I felt so lost You changed your address You changed your name You were an Indian summer

These are the thoughts that keep me up at night Asleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite In love with a fool feasting for my eyes Fern Dell, Fern Dell

I want your number so we can talk I can't remember the last time I felt so lost You changed your address, you changed your name You were an Indian Summer

Restless to begin A wave comes crashing in The band on stage is tuning Jacarandas are blooming Your face sketched in the trees Puts my mind at ease

Tired of waiting, tired of hiding Went a little late last night But do you know how it feels under the wheels Turning in the back of my mind We've both