Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 253, artist - Just Jack. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
253 |
| I watched her smile |
| Dissolve like Alka-Seltzer |
| And In all honesty |
| Man, I wish I could have helped her |
| But the words I spoke |
| Fell laden to the ground |
| Hitting that carpet |
| With a muffled clanging sound |
| I remember sitting later on the 253 |
| Trying not to cry but the cry’s on me |
| Sick to my stomach, feel so guilty |
| But I can’t change the fact that |
| She had nothing that I needed |
| So over years the love receded |
| A bit like her old man’s hair line |
| And mine |
| And at first she was all that I could see |
| Till other girls appeared In my periphery |
| And we lost something or so it seems |
| Faded like her favourite jeans |
| I can’t read her face |
| It’s in an unknown language |
| I just hold her pretty hand |
| 'coz that’s about all I can manage |
| I wish you wouldn’t look at me that way |
| Knowing I’m a selfish bastard |
| She’ll be thanking me one day |
| And maybe we can even part this disaster |
| I remember sitting later on the 253 |
| Trying not to cry but the cry’s on me |
| Sick to my stomach feeling so guilty |
| But I can’t change the fact that |
| She had nothing that I needed |
| So over years the love receded |
| A bit like her old man’s hair line |
| And mine |
| And at first she was all that I could see |
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery |
| And we lost something or so it seems |
| Faded like her favourite jeans |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No Promises, No Promises |
| And this is the final curtain call |
| As in and out of love we fall |
| And it’s too late to change that |
| Also too late to explain that |
| She had nothing that I needed |
| So over years the love receded |
| A bit like her old man’s hair line |
| And mine |
| And at first she was all that I could see |
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery |
| And we lost something or so it seems |
| Faded like her favourite jeans |
| She had nothing that I needed |
| So over years the love receded |
| A bit like her old man’s hair line |
| And mine |
| And at first she was all that I could see |
| Till other girls appeared in my periphery |
| And we lost something or so it seems |
| Faded like her favourite jeans |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No Promises, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No, No, No, No Promises |
| No Promises, No Promises |