CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Month of September
It's okay, it's okay
You don't have to get back to me right now
'Cause I know you've got school
And your radio show to think about
Well, I've got nothing going on
But that's only for the month of September
In a few weeks, we’re going back in to the studio
We're gonna finish the record
Until then, until then
I'll just be making smoothies and thinkin'
Until then, until then
I'll be turning off movies and breathin'
Well sometimes, sometimes
You just gotta ask someone if you're alright
But nobody knows and if they did, they'd probably lie
It's all just a big blue emergency room
It's never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Makin' just enough money to get yourself to work in the mornin'
And just wait for the day when you're finally a rock 'n roll band
And you're only as strong as the last nice thing that somebody said
All it takes, all it takes is a little bit of rain
For those words, for those words to just wash away
It's all just a big blue emergency room
It's never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Wanna drive through the old neighborhood
Looking in people's windows
Dioramas of families eatin' dinner and watchin' TV
Sometimes I think I do
But I don't wish that I was a kid again
I just want something good to be coming
I want it to always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas, hmm
You don't have to get back to me right now
'Cause I know you've got school
And your radio show to think about
Well, I've got nothing going on
But that's only for the month of September
In a few weeks, we’re going back in to the studio
We're gonna finish the record
Until then, until then
I'll just be making smoothies and thinkin'
Until then, until then
I'll be turning off movies and breathin'
Well sometimes, sometimes
You just gotta ask someone if you're alright
But nobody knows and if they did, they'd probably lie
It's all just a big blue emergency room
It's never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Makin' just enough money to get yourself to work in the mornin'
And just wait for the day when you're finally a rock 'n roll band
And you're only as strong as the last nice thing that somebody said
All it takes, all it takes is a little bit of rain
For those words, for those words to just wash away
It's all just a big blue emergency room
It's never your turn yet
No one can tell you what the hell is wrong with you
Wanna drive through the old neighborhood
Looking in people's windows
Dioramas of families eatin' dinner and watchin' TV
Sometimes I think I do
But I don't wish that I was a kid again
I just want something good to be coming
I want it to always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas
Always be almost Christmas, hmm
