Текст: The Wallflowers. Red Letter Days. If You Never Got Sick.

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Well that ain't a parachute
That ain't a ripcord
That ain't a body of water
We're headed for
There's so little time left
So much to be done
Even you are gonna need someone

That ain't a trick of light
Or the morning haze
Come on in from the lake
Get it into your eyes
This invisible breath
Of a storm on the rise
That I feel whenever you arrive

And I may not be quick
I maybe never was
But tell me whatever it is that you've become
Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you
Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you

This ain't a righteous love
Even a good one
These ain't the kinds of returns
That I was thinking of
I'm unbearable now, you ain't seen nothin yet
You'll see me dead before you see me quit

That ain't a jug of wine that you been drinkin from
Now lay back, now baby and let your fever come
I'll bury you in just to dig you out
I don't have any use for being proud
And the deeper the slide
The higher the rise
Now don't be disappointed how I'm usin mine

Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you
Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you

I think I made a mistake
I think I pushed when you said wait
but I never get to hold you

I followed you deep into a berry field
There was someone you were running from
When I needed to sleep that's when you disappeared
But I did get the impossible done
And I always knew that there was god inside of you
I just never did learn which one

Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you
Baby if you never got sick
I wouldn't get to hold you
Baby if you never got sick
I would never get to hold you