Za sve one na cija vrata seta ponekad zakuca...
A warning sign,
I missed the good part then I realized,
I started looking and the bubble burst.
I started looking for excuses.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
A warning sign,
You came back to haunt me and I realized,
That you were an island and I passed you by,
You were an island to discover.
Come on in,
I've gotta tell you what state I'm in,
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones,
That I started looking for a warning sign.
When the truth is,
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is,
That I miss you so.
And I'm tired,
I should not have let you go.
So I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms.
And I crawl back into your open arms.
Yes, I crawl back into your open arms...
Dopada mi se ovo tvoje "Where's music, there's dance! "
Autor sanjarenja56 — 28 Jan 2009, 15:03
Hehehe, pa zar nije tako?
Mi barem to znamo ;)
Autor antistresna — 28 Jan 2009, 18:23
Tako je, antistresna. Možemo osnovati
blog-plesnu grupu ako edukujemo i poneko muško.
Autor sanjarenja56 — 28 Jan 2009, 18:53
Prepoznala sam se u naslovu...
Hvala.
Autor casper — 28 Jan 2009, 23:23