Lletres: Counting Crows. August And Everything After.
They're wakin' up Mama '
cause everybody else has got ____
She makes a little action with her head.
Rolls over And she says she's gonna
sleep for a couple of minutes more
I've said "I'm sorry" to Maria for the
cold hear___ I've said
"I'm sorry", by now, at once to j____"
She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do
And it slips my mind what
I'm supposed to say?
I'm getting older and older and older
And always a little farther out of the
way You look into her eyes and it's
more than you hear
In August and Everything After,
you get a little ____
I stumbled into Washington Square just as the sun
b____
I walked across the lawn
to the cathedral and lay down
in the shadow of
St. ___
I'm just one of three late model
children waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of
Elvis in San Fransisco It's just me,
and
I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
I want every damn thing
I can see.
One day you're Daddy's little angel,
Next day you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In August and everything after, I'm after everything
cause everybody else has got ____
She makes a little action with her head.
Rolls over And she says she's gonna
sleep for a couple of minutes more
I've said "I'm sorry" to Maria for the
cold hear___ I've said
"I'm sorry", by now, at once to j____"
She says, "I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do
And it slips my mind what
I'm supposed to say?
I'm getting older and older and older
And always a little farther out of the
way You look into her eyes and it's
more than you hear
In August and Everything After,
you get a little ____
I stumbled into Washington Square just as the sun
b____
I walked across the lawn
to the cathedral and lay down
in the shadow of
St. ___
I'm just one of three late model
children waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of
Elvis in San Fransisco It's just me,
and
I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be just like me
I want every damn thing
I can see.
One day you're Daddy's little angel,
Next day you're everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own pair of wings
In August and everything after, I'm after everything
Counting Crows