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......
