Текст песни
Always killing time
Dinner, drugs and wine
We were getting high
And then we were moving on
Working 'round the sun
We can make it up
Drumming country songs
When you feel that love is gone
Dance around anything
Sin of my sentiment
Simple as anything
When you're finding your way home
We could rock the moon
Hang it in a room
Come and watch it bloom
From the parking lot of love
Dance around anything
Sin of a sentiment
Simple as anything
When you're finding your way home
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you
Holding on to you, holding on to you