Pretenders Songtext
von Montt Mardié
Pretenders Songtext
Whenever you decide to let go
Call me, let me know
I′ll hold you while you break
It's been 20 days and 13 hours
Since we declared that our
Love was up for trade
I woke up
Sunday sad
Went through it all
The things we said
And settled
Dragged my feet
Cross Chinatown
Thought I saw it was
I need to tell you
I guess that we′ll never, have coffee to catch up
But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up
Just to pretend you're there
Tomorrow I might leave, yeah I might go
To Spain or Mexico
If I only took the time
I expect you not to come but to be there
As the ghost of all I fear
Since you're no longer mine
I get drunk
Barely out of bed
Have conversations
In my head
Some with you
But its all talk
I′ll never leave
I′m bound to stay
This town's my only tissue
So if I start crying, it′s just cause I'm tired
I have pills for my sleeping, but I haven′t tried them
I'd rather pretend you′re here
My pal Joey with Reed and Frank
They're part of the spirit, when my head goes blank
The couch and the TV and the bathroom sink
The kitchen walls, are dead I think
I remind myself, that it's cleaner now
That every inch, round hair is mine
And that sooner or later, I′ll breath somehow
I guess that we′ll never, have coffee to catch up
But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up
Call me, let me know
I′ll hold you while you break
It's been 20 days and 13 hours
Since we declared that our
Love was up for trade
I woke up
Sunday sad
Went through it all
The things we said
And settled
Dragged my feet
Cross Chinatown
Thought I saw it was
I need to tell you
I guess that we′ll never, have coffee to catch up
But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up
Just to pretend you're there
Tomorrow I might leave, yeah I might go
To Spain or Mexico
If I only took the time
I expect you not to come but to be there
As the ghost of all I fear
Since you're no longer mine
I get drunk
Barely out of bed
Have conversations
In my head
Some with you
But its all talk
I′ll never leave
I′m bound to stay
This town's my only tissue
So if I start crying, it′s just cause I'm tired
I have pills for my sleeping, but I haven′t tried them
I'd rather pretend you′re here
My pal Joey with Reed and Frank
They're part of the spirit, when my head goes blank
The couch and the TV and the bathroom sink
The kitchen walls, are dead I think
I remind myself, that it's cleaner now
That every inch, round hair is mine
And that sooner or later, I′ll breath somehow
I guess that we′ll never, have coffee to catch up
But sometimes I dial your, number and hang up
Writer(s): David Eric Grohl, Oliver Taylor Hawkins, Nate Mendel, Christopher A. Shiflett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com