Hey Baby this is not a challenge It just means that I love you as much as I always said I did I was wrong, I have been laughable wrong, sandpaper, paper mache, chalk and hung out wet Oh the city and your skin now na na na na na na na I didn't have to be afraid I didn't have to feel so stupid I can see myself. I can feel
That Just the slightest bit of finesse Might have made a little less mess But it was what it was Let's all get on with it, now
Floating across Houston this is where I am I see the city rise up tall The opportunities and possibilites I have never felt so called. Rememer the vodka espresson night of discovery Remember that? Laughing? Discovery? Oh how I look back and reflect. How I felt it, how it set I don't have to feel so wrong Now I make up dreaming Saffron, turmerir and brass
Just the slightest bit of finesse Might have made a little less mess But it was what it was Let's all get on with it, now
Just the slightest bit of finesse Might have made a little less mess But it was what it was Let's all get on with it, now
Compositores: John Michael Stipe (PRS), Michael e Mills (Mike Mills) (PRS), Peter Lawrence Buck (Peter Buck) (PRS)Editor: Temporary MusicPublicado em 2010 e lançado em 2011 (16/Abr)ECAD verificado obra #4662125 e fonograma #10194482 em 03/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM