seven more days
Weeping, and drowning my senses...
For this love game is expensive.
I walk around in a trance,
Got a wounded soldier stance.
The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance.
Now, nothing holds significance.
And nothing holds relevance.
’cause the only thing I can see is her elegance
For this love game is expensive.
I walk around in a trance,
Got a wounded soldier stance.
The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance.
Now, nothing holds significance.
And nothing holds relevance.
’cause the only thing I can see is her elegance