Testo di J. Bonanza

Jonathan Bonanza leaves his comments without a trace I beg, steal or borrow as the villains look away Your words they comfort me Through the valley of love You've waltzed around loneliness I'm glad you've found your purpose Fake moustache in the back of the room You hurry home, as the deadline often comes too soon The day after a gig As reality kicks in He visits all the bars in the city Don't forget Café Molly Making sounds that aren't pretty He visits all the bars in the city Don't forget Café Molly Cheap tricks up your sleeve You've waltzed around loneliness I'm glad you've found your purpose Fake moustache in the back of the room You hurry home, as the deadline often comes too soon