Слова:
Los Flatos

Can't get enough of this everyday love Can't get enough of this everyday love Each morning the sun shines through my window Lands on the face of a dream

Staring at you taking off your makeup Wondering why you even put it on I know you think you do, but baby you don't need it Wish that you could see what

Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms rollin' in my sweet baby's arms Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back I'm rollin' in my sweet baby's arms

I can hear the whistle blowin' I am lonesome as can be Tonight the rain is saftly fallin' and it's fallin' just for me Looking back along the road I travel

Oh, the builders of this world have no use for me While they were praising men of this world, I've been on my knees But someday, I'll be needed there

Come gather round people wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your

Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation One eye's closed in fear, anticipation Will it stay shut? Will it ever open? What if, what if? Nerves Tell

I came from you know where I'm at and you tell me this and you tell me that no matter how round it feels it's still flat it's still flat another cosmic

Precious, precious love So hopeless and so inspired Why do you dream flat tires? When you dream flat tires You dream flat tires With a jack and a spare