Testo di Simple

Simple, simple it used to be Riding bikes through the city But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight Sundays, Sundays after awhile Leaves you worried inside But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight Drugstore table the place falls down You sit there broken and lonely But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight Remember the place you know Where things were so still We were so still It's perfect for my sweet queen When it happens I'll cling to you We'll go around a thousand trampolines But you can't make it And you can't drop out of sight Simple, simple it used to be Riding bikes through the city But you can't make it better And you can't drop out of sight