Paroles de Stories To Tell To Myself
Come on in, pull up a chairI've got a story to tell
About a man from everywhere
One that I know so well
In a land of longer days
He used to travel around
Swimming in his wicked ways
I guess he didn't think he could drown
As the sun comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt
But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round
I'd share the tales of my life on this ground
I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell
But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
Oh, as the comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
Swimming in his wicked ways
I guess he didn't think he could drown
As the sun comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt
But I thought of a day that we'd all gather round
I'd share the tales of my life on this ground
I've got a lot of them, I've been through hell
But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
Oh, as the comes up
I feel it in my chest
That I may not ever see it setting in the west
Every tide that rolls in, must go out
No one expects you to live without doubt But all I've got left, are stories to tell to myself
