Testo di Month Of Sundays

I see we're similar But I've never thought much about it 'Cause I've got young Mystery And I couldn't live without her We're kind of sleeping when you laugh Say I'm cheapening your love But it's with young Mystery That I plan on setting free now She'd buzz a bell and run We'd skip and laugh I hold her hand She comes in a halo What she meant to me I couldn't see I-I see we're similar But I can't take it all from you Unless you want me to I'll take you away from this old horrible town And just maybe one day we'll want to come back And walk these streets Play buzz-a-bell and run We'd skip and laugh I'll hold her hand She comes in a halo What she meant to me I couldn't see Never in a month of Sundays