253 Songtext
von Just Jack

I watched her smile,
Dissolve like Alka-Seltzer
And In all honesty,
Man, I wish I could have helped her

But the words I spoke,
Fell laden to the ground
Hitting that carpet,
With a muffled clanging sound

I remember sitting later on the 253,
Trying not to cry but the cry′s on me,
Sick to my stomach, feel so guilty
But I cant change the fact that

She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine


And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared In my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans

I can′t read her face,
It's in an unknown language
I just hold her pretty hand,
'coz that′s about all I can manage

I wish you wouldn′t look at me that way,
Knowing I'm a selfish bastard
She′ll be thanking me one day
And maybe we can even part this disaster

I remember sitting later on the 253,
Trying not to cry but the cry's on me,
Sick to my stomach feeling so guilty
But I can′t change the fact that

She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine


And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises

And this is the final curtain call,
As in and out of love we fall
And it′s too late to change that
Also too late to explain that

She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine

And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans

She had nothing that I needed,
So over years the love receded
A bit like her old man's hair line,
And mine

And at first she was all that I could see,
Till other girls appeared in my periphery
And we lost something or so it seems,
Faded like her favourite jeans

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises

No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No, No, No, No Promises
No Promises, No Promises