Słowa
słowa do nauczenia się
The carbonation in my drink
The bubbles rise while my heart sinks
And all I tend to do is think of you
Was it easier to pack your bags
And book that flight to paris as
The plane began to move that afternoon
When all the trains have pulled away
From local stations in decay
It's I who waits, it's you who's late again
And did you think of me when you made love
To him, was it the same as us
Or was it different, it must have been
And all the pretty dames
They'll hug and kiss you all the same
