sexta-feira, agosto 26, 2011

Promises, Promises


I'm only twenty-three for
Another hour, give or take,
I'm a fan of yours
And I need a good mistake


I'm not a sinner, a preacher
All I have is slight of hand
I do magic tricks for
All the boys in the band


Baby could I be
The rabbit in your hat?
I'd swing if you'd hand me..
Hand me the bat


I'm on the road of least resistance
I'd rather give up than give into this
So promise me only one thing, would you?
Just don't ever make me promises..
No promises, no promises


I've never done this before
Promises, promises,
I'm enjoying the illusion
And the things my body says


Now you see me, now you don't
Oh, how well you disappear
What are you running from
And may I interfere?


Baby could I be
The rabbit in your hat?
I'd swing if you'd hand me..
Hand me the bat


I'm on the road of least resistance
I'd rather give up than give into this
So promise me only one thing, would you?
Just don't ever make me promises..
No promises, no promises 


by Incubus

1 comentário:

abdul karim disse...

afraid of promises? the world is filled with hypocrites. One should be extremely careful these days