Ten to one that I won’t say a thing when I will see you again
I know myself by now: I’m not much of a talker
“How were things here?”, you will ask
And I will say: “Fine.”
And I will not say to you
That what I know think I should say to you
Never too late, never on time
Ten to one that I won’t say a thing when I will see you again
I know myself by now: I’m not much of a talker
“How were things here?”, you will ask
And I will say: “Fine.”
And I will not say to you
That what I know think I should say to you