paroles de chanson On a High Ledge - Boston Manor

Father, I think I′m different
I don't like playing with the other boys
Father, I′m different
I like the way the flowers smell
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
I want to cry but I don't know how
My lips are chapped
My hands are soft
Circles don't fit into squares
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)
(Man up, man)