Morning For The Masses - 22 lyrics

rate me

22, plus 30, was the first time that I saw the truth

22, minus a week or so, was the first time that I knew

That I'd never be the same

That I'd only cry on name

Ever again

For any reason

Dearest, best friend

I am yours for now and every season

I'm holding your face in my hands,

'Cause the following is sincere;

You are my future plans

So allow me one more half-year

If you're not here tomorrow

I wont be anywhere at all

If your hand is there to borrow

I wont be holding anything at all...