Lletres: Michael Grimm. Something I Said.
Blackbird sitting on a telephone line singing something true
Doesn't need no rhyme or reason, she just suppose to
Schoolgirl, backpack, riding on an old bike - looks a lot like you
Can't erase you from my mind, no matter what I do
And I see you walking out my door
(Chorus)
When I said that I want you more than I wanted to breathe
And I love my life when I'm by your side I need to believe
When I said that I loved you more, while we were sitting in bed
Tell me why did you leave, was it me or something that I said
Was it something that I said
Gypsy, taxi, solo in the back seat, roll baby roll
Riding by the Empire State on the way to I don't know
Conversation as a revelation has got me looking back
Over every minute of every moment that we had
And I see you walking out my door
(Chorus)
I know there's no explaining it and that people come and go
But you are like a force of nature too deep to ever know
I can't help that I'm waiting and way too long's gone by
You can't blame me for asking why
Oh, why
(Chorus)
Blackbird sitting on a telephone line singing something true
Doesn't need no rhyme or reason, she just suppose to
Doesn't need no rhyme or reason, she just suppose to
Schoolgirl, backpack, riding on an old bike - looks a lot like you
Can't erase you from my mind, no matter what I do
And I see you walking out my door
(Chorus)
When I said that I want you more than I wanted to breathe
And I love my life when I'm by your side I need to believe
When I said that I loved you more, while we were sitting in bed
Tell me why did you leave, was it me or something that I said
Was it something that I said
Gypsy, taxi, solo in the back seat, roll baby roll
Riding by the Empire State on the way to I don't know
Conversation as a revelation has got me looking back
Over every minute of every moment that we had
And I see you walking out my door
(Chorus)
I know there's no explaining it and that people come and go
But you are like a force of nature too deep to ever know
I can't help that I'm waiting and way too long's gone by
You can't blame me for asking why
Oh, why
(Chorus)
Blackbird sitting on a telephone line singing something true
Doesn't need no rhyme or reason, she just suppose to
Michael Grimm