paroles de chanson Rules - Buffalo Tom

Everyone has their own myths
If not the father's troubles, it's the mother's kiss
But me, would you save my life
Or take it away from me, stab me with a knife?

Hey, you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cold, dark sky
And leave me down below, I know
To grab my neck and wave goodbye

You picture black and white
Clouds taint your night, don't make the day look right
You paint a beaten black parade
Out of a sunny day, made the crows fly away

Hey, you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cold, dark sky
And leave me down below, I know
To grab my neck and wave goodbye

Hey, you could find it in yourself, I know
To fly across the cold, dark sky
And leave me down below, I know
To grab my neck and wave goodbye

Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye