Magazine Songtext
von Joshua James
Magazine Songtext
Our separation seems forever, I′ll do it if it's what you like
Go take your bags to New York City, call me when your plane arrives
I′ll feed the children, wash the dishes, I'll keep the house lookin' nice
Well, don′t you worry now, everything′s gonna be alright
It's been snowin′ this October turnin' grass into grain
Do you see much past your hotel window friday nights with your gang?
I can only hope that things were different and darlin′ do you feel the same
Every time you're drinkin′ wine in the rain?
Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine
My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed
And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way
So take your pretty poison right into the grave, we′ll never change
I sold our house, the 3rd December, we′re livin' where our feet done land
And the babies screams, they might get to heaven
But they′re buried far 'neath the sand
All I know′s my minds done thinkin', my mouths doin′ what it can
To keep the rhythm and put a nickel back in your hand
Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine
My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed
And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way
So take your pretty poison right into the grave
We dated naked out in the rain
We are okay to the pain, they′ll never change, oh no, no, no, no
Go take your bags to New York City, call me when your plane arrives
I′ll feed the children, wash the dishes, I'll keep the house lookin' nice
Well, don′t you worry now, everything′s gonna be alright
It's been snowin′ this October turnin' grass into grain
Do you see much past your hotel window friday nights with your gang?
I can only hope that things were different and darlin′ do you feel the same
Every time you're drinkin′ wine in the rain?
Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine
My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed
And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way
So take your pretty poison right into the grave, we′ll never change
I sold our house, the 3rd December, we′re livin' where our feet done land
And the babies screams, they might get to heaven
But they′re buried far 'neath the sand
All I know′s my minds done thinkin', my mouths doin′ what it can
To keep the rhythm and put a nickel back in your hand
Oh, oh, all you said you've seen is my face in a magazine
My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed
And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way
So take your pretty poison right into the grave
We dated naked out in the rain
We are okay to the pain, they′ll never change, oh no, no, no, no
Writer(s): Joshua Fred James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com