Letras y traducciones de The Sundays

people I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down, they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see

You know, and I've been wondering You know, all the way home Whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far And you know, I've had it so good Yeah but how loathsome It's not quit