Nhạc sĩ: David Bowie
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Every chance,
every chance that I take,
I take it on the road.
Those kilometers and the red lights.
How the cell is looking left and right.
Ah, but I'm always crashing the same car.
Uh oh,
Jasmine,
I saw you peeping.
I set cursed miles for dumping the floor.
The house going round and round.
The hotel garage.
Must have been touching close to 94.
But I'm
always crashing in the same car.
Now
it's empty.