Nothing on TV that makes any sense to me
Can we rewrite history?
Cause I'd much rather be well away in your arms tonight,
But you're made of stone again
Too far away for me to understand why?
Come back, beautiful I promise I can change
She's never tied down
but when she lays those eyes on me
It's a different ball game
I strike out
Nothing left for me that has any meaning
Did you leave a window open?
Cause without you here every day is freezing
No lie
Can I break the mould again?
Or are you always gonna leave me reeling?
Come back, beautiful I promise I can change
She's never tied down
but when she lays those eyes on me
It's a different ball game
I strike out
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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