crooked the road.

Mm-mm Crooked the road And the one driving 25 years, I know You've been unravelling Tell me, why did you run Run past the dogs and the horses? Now you find yourself here Past the dos and don'ts of your choices But if you're leaving Know I'll stay beside that telephone line And tomorrow We might steal the sun from underneath our eyes Mm, mm Mm Tennis courts, when I was yours Late night releasing, sacred floors Got me believing a little more This pain will run its course In the morning, I saw you there Holding out your hand If I grab it, know that I care 'Cause darkness don't look good on you But if you're leaving Know I'll stay beside that telephone line (ooh) And tomorrow We might steal the sun from underneath our eyes Day breaks sorrow And I still feel the edge of this cold knife (ooh) But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground