Текст песни Sundays - Can`t Be Sure
Sundays - Can`t Be Sure слова песни
give me a story and give me a bedgive me possessionsoh love luck and money they go to my headlike wildfireit`s good to have something to live for you`ll findlive for tomorrowlive for a job and a perfect behindhigh timea-ahEngland my country the home of the freesuch miserable weatherbut England`s as happy as England can bewhy cryand did you know desire`s a terrible thingthe worst that I could findand did you know desire`s a terrible thingbut I rely on minea-ahEngland my country the home of the freesuch miserable weatherbut England`s as happy as England can bewhy cryand did you know desire`s a terrible thingthe worst that I could findand did you know desire`s a terrible thingbut I rely on minedid you know desire`s a terrible thingit makes the world go blindbut if desire, desire`s a terrible thingyou know that I really don`t mind[and] it`s my [land/life]and it`s my lifeand though I can`t be sure what I want any moreit will come to me later[well] it`s my [land/life]and it`s my lifeand though I can`t be sure if I want any moreit will come to me later... ahyeah