
Date of issue: 02.10.2018
Song language: English
Body |
The police met the plane |
They let you finish your meal |
I know you’d like to believe it, baby |
But you’re more kid than criminal |
Just a boy who could not |
Get through a domestic flight |
Without lighting up in the restroom |
Got caught, cloud of smoke, thumb still on the light |
You looked so proud |
Couldn’t wait to call a friend |
We had to fly back home |
Never got the money back for that weekend |
Right there on the Sydney tarmac |
I threw my luggage down |
I said, «I'm gonna leave you |
I’m not a good woman when you’re around» |
That’s when the sound came in |
I could finally see |
I felt the changing of the seasons |
All of my senses rushing back to me |
Go your own way |
Watch me turn my own head |
Eyes on the driver, hands in my lap |
Heading to the city to get my body back |
I remembered early days |
When you took my camera |
Turned to me, twenty-three |
Naked on your bed, looking straight at you |
Do you still have that photograph? |
Would you use it to hurt me? |
Well, I guess it’s just my life |
And it’s just my body |
I guess it’s just my life |
And it’s just my body |
I guess it’s just my life |
And it’s just my body |
I guess it’s just my life |
And it’s just my body |
I guess it’s just my life |
And it’s just my body |