Текст песни sandra jo - Ezra Bell

Now, you've been reading in your picture books
About them pretty places you have yet to see
Making plans to disappear only to turn up
In the back of some bad man's limousine
If that's the best that you can do, honey
Well, I hope he treats you fair
Since tonight you are still stuck inside with me
Why don't we both crawl back upstairs?

Let your head rest, your hair down
Everything's alright, there, there now
And we're too big to fail
And this home is not for sale

You've been walking on painted toenails
You haven't called your mother in a month
You've been living in that soldier's minute
In it everything at once
The flattery from their tongues
Well, there's a strange look in their eyes
And the whiskey and the punch, the soldier's minute
In it everything at once, anything at once

Let your head rest, your hair down
Everything's alright, there, there now
And we're too big to fail
And this home is not for sale

Let your head rest, your hair down
Everything's alright, there, there now
For we're too big to fail
And this home is not for sale