
Date of issue: 19.10.2014
Song language: English
Blues |
These kinds of stories always have nice beginnings |
His name was Thomas and almost we were committing crimes |
Lying on the green grass and recovering |
Every night I discovered myself deep inside his skin |
But he always disappears |
There’s no love no blood no tears |
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me, --! |
Leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me all alone |
I’m sitting in a Spanish cafe over half an hour |
I’m waiting for new love, for a new touch I can discover |
But it’s all useless I can’t be much stronger |
All I’ve got is his tattoo his mark deep inside my mind |
But he always disappears |
There’s no love no blood no tears |
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me, --! |
Leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me all alone |
But he always disappears |
There’s no love no blood no tears |
Baby, leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me, --! |
Leaves me, tomorrow he’ll leave me all alone |