I´m not looking for absolution
for all my sins or every fight
smells like sneaking dissolution and i go out most every night
i´m not the one here who has to hide
Things like this don`t grow on trees, babe!
things like this don`t come for free
sometimes
the obvious is hard to see
like raindrops in the stormy sea
so won`t you live with me on my tree
I can`t regret misunderstandings
not even all the ones i´ve caused
the best conditions for crashlanding
so i´m not sure if i can stay
and remain sincerely yours
Things like......