Regrets are all you left on your lipstick stains. Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray. We had our fun, I used to light your flame. Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way.
She was waiting alone at the station. Praying for her train to arrive. Thinking 'bout her destination,. Her tattered bag held all that she had in life.
Regrets are all you left on your lipstick stains. Take a picture of our past there in that ashtray. We had our fun, I used to light your flame. Like the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our way.
If God was a woman. with long blond hair. would you kneel at her altar. and offer her prayer. could she be your addiction. could she make you sin. If God was a woman.
There's a line that you cross,. When you find out that you're lost.. When your world is closing in,. And it crawls under your skin.. . And the heart's always blind,.
There's a danger of getting so close to you.. There comes a time, when the walls fade away,. And when love turns to bitter blue,. Sometimes it feels like it's hard to stay..
(R.Sambora, R.Supa & D.Bryan). There's a line that you cross,. When you find out that you're lost.. When your world is closing in,. And it crawls under your skin..
Hey, hey, it's been so long since I have written with pen. Ya know it's sharper than a sabre, I don't feel like Errol Flynn. Got no computer, I can't type the letter in.