Besedila:
Matt Mays Matt Mays El Torpedo

Through the night 'til the morning It all came to me At the edge of the desert Where the sand hits the sea Out here on the peer I'm out here on a search

don't matter It don't matter anymore If you're ever in Eastern Passage You'd better not come knockin' on my door Cuz it don't matter It don't matter

It all began without warning On a strange winter's morning The sky turned red The vibrations went dead With these terrible songs on a rainy day The pressure

Goodbye girl. Gone to see the world, Out to see everything but me. Your letters aint coming that much any more Your letters aint coming at all. I've

Oh darlin' I feel your pain And the summer rain in your eyes I'm desperately trying to get the blue Back into your sky And darlin' I've been dreamin

She grew up on St. George's Lane She drove slow and had a pretty fast backhand She always hated it when it rained It started out on St. George's Lane

Time will lock you away And throw away the key Never to be seen or heard from again I was once like you But you still ain't like me But you might want