Texty:
Mason Jennings Century Spring

This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?" If I was standing in your shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up And start explaining at the speed

My Galveston girl I hold you like a child And kiss away your tears My sweet Dewey dell You've always been my girl You have nothing to fear Twisted like

Sitting on a bench in an old time station Waiting for a train to forgiveness I've brought no baggage, I've come here alone Looking for a way to forgiveness

I thought I could live forever here on my own It seemed things were so much better out here alone A lonely dreamer, a non-believer, now I'm living in

New York City, you're so pretty All your faces, going places And I believe if you fall in love I believe if you fall in love You should jump right in

Překlad: Mason Jennings. Století jaro.

This is a bullet from a gun called "what the fuck?" If i was standing in your shoes i'd throw my hands straight up And start explaining at the speed

I'm just a student of this life, just like my father I am a stranger to this heart, just like my mother Oh, and brother you should know That this heart

Sitting on a bench in an old time station Waiting for a train to forgiveness I've brought no baggage, i've come here alone Looking for a way to forgiveness