Sodastream Brass Lines
the two of us are guilty, i wrote it on my sleeve
from your marriage bed, were you holding out on me
though this story might, i never want to see you leave
with these men in lights shouting out to me
‘cause i want to be high
yes i want to be bright
oh there’s something on my sleeve
won’t ascribe, won’t abide
by the words that you might keep
and if what you say
‘cause it might be true i’ve got to go
go and find you, i’ll wait for you this time
through the milano storms and the blossoms through the week
i saw this battle born, i was holding you in the street
ended by my house, ‘cause a red light’s warm indeed
and these men about will be shouting out to me
‘cause i want to be high
yes i want to be bright
oh there’s something on my sleeve
won’t ascribe, won’t abide
by the words that you might keep
and if what you say
‘cause it might be true i’ve got to go
go and find you, i’ll wait for you this time
go and find you, it’s hard to let it slide
