Текст песни The Way Of All Storms

Hey Delilah, you've always been a sight for sore eyes And a winter come and gone couldn't knock you from your course You're gonna make a lucky man's prize You are gonna command a fine price someday You don't need a poor boy like me I go the way of all storms Hey Delilah, darlin' you know better than that Honey now is the time that you should open like a flower Falling short, I'm falling shor, Seems that's all I ever do I'm falling short of you You don't need a poor boy like me I go the way of all storms I'm not the one to ever hold you down And when I say it's over Don't make me say it's over Over and over again Please have mercy on me