It’s a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused
It’s a loss you never get over the first time you lose

And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago
We rode in his daddy’s car down the river road

Come on come on, it’s getting late now
Come on come on, take my hand
Come on come on, you just have to whisper
Come on come on, I will understand Continuar leyendo »