Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin Bright Leaves
She believes
In the mystic things I cannot see
In the blood, in the wine
In the oil that divides
I'll find a that will reverse
All the times I let you down
Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me
There's probably a proverb
Or a parabola that's parallel to you
Please say to me
All the colors that we used to see
Bright leaves, TV
And the awkward see full green
Shame, royalty
I'll find a that will reverse
All the times I let you down
Of course, it's worse for you than it ever was for me
There's probably a proverb
Or a parabola that's parallel to you... and me
