Tekstovi: Last Tuesday. Everything So Far.
Everything I wanted it to be
It seemed those dreams are empty leading
Misleading me away and if I call you now
I will surely find my way waiting to see
In everything you say to me
And everything you needed it to
And everything you needed it to me
It seemed much easier when you
You were here with me
'Cause if I take control
I will surely fail again
Learn to depend
In everything you say, say to me
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
All the things I thought, I learned from you
Still immature, slow learner may limit point of view
Maybe I'll write it down, so I can't possibly forget
Seen this before and it's getting old to me
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
Everything, everything's
Well, okay it's not the way you've read it in my life
What is right and what is wrong tonight
I'll pick a fight, you'll see me make it through
Take this right and make it wrong
Take this right and make it wrong
Take this right and make it wrong
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
It seemed those dreams are empty leading
Misleading me away and if I call you now
I will surely find my way waiting to see
In everything you say to me
And everything you needed it to
And everything you needed it to me
It seemed much easier when you
You were here with me
'Cause if I take control
I will surely fail again
Learn to depend
In everything you say, say to me
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
All the things I thought, I learned from you
Still immature, slow learner may limit point of view
Maybe I'll write it down, so I can't possibly forget
Seen this before and it's getting old to me
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
Everything, everything's
Well, okay it's not the way you've read it in my life
What is right and what is wrong tonight
I'll pick a fight, you'll see me make it through
Take this right and make it wrong
Take this right and make it wrong
Take this right and make it wrong
I've been thinking of a million ways
To make it up to you
To make everything, everything, everything okay
And still I sit rewriting every word
Last Tuesday