Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Come on, tell me that you're better and you rather just forget That things have gone so far Yeah, tell me that you're better
often wondered Just how deep I could sink my teeth Into that crease on your arm The place where all the good times They grow and grow What would it take
The nicest man I ever met Was more malicious than malcontent Yeah, he taught me how to hold my tongue And wait to strike till their backs were turned
I played deaf immersed In that Technicolored kind of black and white type Counting one to seven through the roof If my lady only knew how high I am, I
am, I'm ready to be new again I'm ready to hear you say Who I am is quite enough Well, I am, I'm ready to be new again I'm ready to hear you say Who
See, it's not like I didn't mean what I said when I said I'll put my money where my mouth is And I put my money where my mouth was Until I couldn't breathe
clean Oh yes, we are patient, patient Salt-licked wounds merely bruised None of that'll matter soon On some ancient day, see how much you can take None
We found a house with a yard And moved all of my things And then most of your things in And honey, I was proud of it And honey, I was proud of you You
Then you, you could've fooled me I admit I was a fool for Your southern days (One-hundred and fifty degrees in the shade) It wasn't an option to come back
you didn't have to leave the way you did I've been watching you, I've been watching you Most times you never knew You are a Sunday afternoon with nothing
the fence Bat your eyes, ball a fist and swing Swing, swing, swing, swing (Before you leave) Lover, lover, tell me this Passion over consequence When did the latter take
ready to be new again I'm ready to hear you say Who I am is quite enough (Quite enough) Well I am, I'm ready to be new again I'm ready to hear you say
Vertaling: Taking Back Sunday. Nuwe Weer.
: Your flower tongue wilts with too much sun And that's where we've been living for so long She's still sending off the western coast And watch the sun
fence Bat your eyes, ball a fist And swing (swing) swing (swing) Before you leave Lover, lover, tell me this Passion over consequence, When did the latter take
: Yeah! I played dead, immersed in that Technicoloured kind of black and white type Counting one to seven through the roof If my lady only knew how
no you didn't have to leave the way you did I've been watching you I've been watching you Most times you never knew. You are a Sunday afternoon With
