Nhạc sĩ: Justin Ross Laffer, Astrid Helena Laffer
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
The man at the counter, he ain't too bothered
If you park your car, move in for the summer
Could you call a TV the night,
smell the butter as we lay back
And listen to the hum
of one another
Of one another
As hotel,
motel,
Palm Beach loves Runaway,
bankrupt,
holiday mothers
Out of luck,
dead drunk,
busted up brothers And an old Italian's eyes in the shadows
All night long,
sand blows down the gutters The waves
crash and the road trains roll like
thunder Over the way,
a man in a mother light awake
Whispering under the covers,
that it's like some dream like we never made
That's why we come here,
we come to forget Nothing moves outside the door just yet
That's the best time to go down the coast for a bit
And the smell of the sea is as close as I get
In my mind, I can still taste her sway
It's a brand new sky and a new sunset As I pull into town,
I'm gonna get me a bed
Of hotel,
motel,
Palm Beach loves Those who like romance down in the gutters
Time stands still,
the walls get hotter as we lay back
And listen to the hum
of one another
Of one another
As
we lay back and listen to the hum
of one another
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