Ryan Adams
Friends
As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on I bet you miss your friends As simple as a breeze Tugging hard upon the sail Been moving through these streets forever From Istanbul to Amsterdam This afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on God, I bet you miss your friends As pretty as a song A song could ever be Like Christmas on a river Without a boat or Christmas tree Letras de cancionesThis afternoon with you was something like a letter The kind that someone writes but never sends And when you look at me You remind me that someday it's gonna end And when you pass on God, I bet you miss your friends Miss your friends God, I bet you miss your friends
From Letras Mania