Crop Circles - текст
by N/A
Crop circles spell out your name,
Its not pure and true,
But its love,
Is that good enough?
Good enough to justify me and you,
Ive read the Guardian, read the Weekly,
Looking for stupid clues,
I guess I may not be good enough,
But Im not looking for the truth
I know that its out of my hands (I know that it's not good enough to),
Dont tell me I can understand (To justify me and you),
Ill take each star from the sky (Ooh),
And lay them in fields organized
Girl so shy, scared and pale,
Clumsy though endearing,
Ive got a numb sensation,
Ruins all my calculations,
Terrified of being wrong Ive chosen not to choose,
So if you dont mind I will wait forever
I know that its out of my hands (I know that it's not good enough to),
Dont tell me I can understand (To justify me and you),
Ill take each star from the sky (Ooh),
And lay them in fields organized
A nervous hand against my thigh,
The city cool like breezes by,
In the back of a yellow cab...,
I am yours and you are mine,
Were so bored of the sunshine,
The evening becomes our time,
And I will wait forever
I know that its out of my hands (I know that it's not good enough to),
Dont tell me I can understand (To justify me and you),
Ill take each star from the sky (Ooh),
And lay them in fields organized
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