Tekstovi: Declan Galbraith. Sister Golden Hair.

Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain?t ready for the altar but I do agree there?s times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinkin? ?bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can?t live without you; can?t you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn?t mean you ain?t been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle; will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don?t mind sayin?, I just can?t make it

Well, I keep on thinkin? ?bout you, sister golden hair surprise
And I just can?t live without you; can?t you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn?t mean you ain?t been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle; will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?
Well I tried to fake it, I don?t mind sayin?, I just can?t make it

Doo wop doo wop ...