Letra de Greta

Dancing like a cobra up on the silver screen You haunt my nightmares You hide in my dreams Without words you speak to me Thoughts caught in clouds the wind through the trees I'm laying in the gutter and telling myself Love may be a leper it's bad for my health I don't want to wait til tomorrow And you don't want to wait for me I don't want to wait til tomorrow And you don't want to wait for me