Тексты песен Ryan Adams

I found your photograph in a cardboard box in a magazine I can't remember you, remember us or anything I taught you how to feel, but you just feel numb They taught you how to feel, but you just feel n

I finally see the light Down on the east side Wasted like a memory If I had a car I'd drive Straight off the bridge into the river, it would empty me Pretty pictures in a magazine Everybody is so make

You ain't but a fire on my sad estate Burning my house to the ground High and meadow, oh how she rides me Out in the meadow where the taxis don't ride A million times quicker than the pain Ohhh, games

Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker with a pile of empties Detonated with a lonely fire I see your face, I hear your voice I touch the phone and won

Guess I’ll show my head Either way I’m losing Used to have the goods Back when I couldn't use ‘em Standing by the ocean Like I’m frozen here in time So don’t let go, don’t change your mind If the star

Everybody wants you to be special And everybody wants you to be high They throw you down a rope when you're in trouble, baby Screamin', "Save me" Then they charge you with the rescue blues A

Well, girl sometimes i feel just like a boy Put here on this earth for you to toy around with Like matchbox cars you buy and burn in your backyard Like monsters underneath your bed you ain't afreaid o