Текст песни Trash Can Sinatras - Even The Odd
Trash Can Sinatras - Even The Odd слова песни
Even the odd one out is in with a shoutWeather the term andWeather the stormThe clumsy climb andThe elegant fallEven the odd one out is in with a shoutThat may be the storyThat may be the lieWith great ease, with the pole greasedIt`s down you slideMust you protest till you`re blue in the faceOr blue in the bloodAn ugly greed is the sole needOn a fragile highBut I can`t breatheI just can`t seem to acclimatiseIt`s all coming back to me nowI fell to the ground and slowly came roundAnd you stood over meAnd you told me it never will beBut don`t tell me it never will beDon`t tell me it never will beI`m out of my depth,I`ve come up for airShow me how to becomeThe life and soul of something- anythingShow me the film of when I was youngI didn`t climb trees thenI`m not climbing them now