Alba s touto skladbou:
Silent Letter,
Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1979
Found on Silent Letter.
We were dancin' in the middle
We could hardly hold our heads up
I think we had too much to drink
I remember wondering what they'd think
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
We were thinkin' 'bout the future
We were trying not to laugh
Then you made me cry instead
I remember wishing I was dead
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
It's been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
It's not as though we ain't sinned
It's just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Well I'm coming home lady
I'm your homecoming man
Trying hard to stand the rain
Gettin' back on my feet again
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
It's been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
It's not as though we ain't sinned
It's just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
No fortune pays for wounds like these
It's been too long a time now please
Just say you will, we can call it a day
It's not as though we ain't sinned
It's just a game we all play
There was nothing to win
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
