Album: Return to Sin City - A Tribute to Gram Parsons
Every time I think of you I get a shot right through into a butter blue
Its no problem with mine but its of problem I find
Living a life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
A wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes and its what no body knows
And everyday more confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
Waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I cant say
I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't be be our selves like we would yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think your what you see
My to admit to my self that if I had someone else
They'll never see what just were meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
Waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can't say
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
And waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I cant say