: (Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
you gotta be sweet baby And you gotta be strong And I'll be there, to dry your tears And I'll be cooking in your kitchen Food for everyone And Ill be working in the backroom
Lovin' you gave to me Feels like a memory Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong Don't get me wrong
Out of Time and no one noticed Rubbing up a different way Out of step but still in focus things to say Kicking out the social pressure Holding on to
People come together its time for a union C'mon c'mon c'mon lets do it right When the darkness takes control and we lose the reason C'mon c'mon c'mon
Half past 12 on a Friday night everything's wrong and it doesn't feel right Tried to talk to someone in the bar she didn't like my face I didn't get
Lay at my side and shut out the world Warm this cold heart and wrap me in love Pour magic into a space made for you Lifetimes of longing are to live
You took the love I offered I tried the life that you lead The truth was told and forgiven You sold the strength that I need Now I can see that all
Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to hold you Can't tell you how many dreams how many fantasies As I count down the hours and I count down the
ear to the ground If you wanna be a backroom boy (2) Up all night, playin' it right Backroom boys Look in your eye, never say die Backroom boys (3) The backroom
to the ground If you wanna be a backroom boy (2) Up all night, playin' it right Backroom boys Look in your eye, never say die Backroom boys (3) The backroom
One, two, three, four How many, many people outside your door? Two, three, four, five How many, many people outside? Four, three, two, one I don't think
Tłumaczenie: Throwing Muses. Backroad.