Well, it's a most peculiar feeling, like sunburn in the evening. With dark clouds on their way. And you think it's most unlikely life could ever shine as brightly.
I'm andy cole's tortured soul lost out again in front of goal. I wish I had your cocaine confidence. Some girls are easier on the eye but could you take the silent lives.
The sun is shinin'. We should be makin' hay. But we're dead from the waist down. Like in California. . Victory is empty. There are lessons in defeat. But we're dead from the waist down.
I've got my work cut out with you. You tore bits out of me. Your carpet burns and bruises blue. Are there for all to see. . But I can tell you've been through hell.