Текст песни
the girl beside me reminds me how you taste
It s been two years since i ve seen your face, that you had demons that you couldn t put to bed, repeat chorus
repeat chorus
And would you be my wife, i still remember a tear drop in your eye Sweet, may the evening be your favorite night
Now i m leaving, may the evening be your favorite night, and every day i m feeling more and more misused
The girl beside me reminds me how you taste, it s been two years since i ve seen your face
It comes to the end of the day, the last one in the pack, sweet savannah
Repeat chorus, sweet savannah Sweet, but i ve got to move on
Where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside, and would you be my wife, but you know i couldn t stand to see you cry
It s getting cold, it s getting cold
Repeat chorus, but i ve got to move on Jennings, sweet savannah
you shine so bright
Years gone by, i still remember a tear drop in your eye
You been gone so long, i still remember a tear drop in your eye
where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside
you shine so bright
Sweet savannah, i ve been beaten down and bruised
i still remember a tear drop in your eye
Sweet savannah, you re still the one i m thinking of Jennings, years gone by
It s getting cold, sweet savannah, but you know i couldn t stand to see you cry
so i close on this hollywood night
it s been two years since i ve seen your face
The girl beside me reminds me how you taste, you re still the one i m thinking of, and every day i m feeling more and more misused
But you know i couldn t stand to see you cry, the last one in the pack
but i ve got to be movin on
It comes to the end of the day, since i ve seen you Jennings, it s getting cold
Would i be sober, that you had demons that you couldn t put to bed Jennings, i still remember exactly what you said
So i close on this hollywood night, you shine so bright, it s getting cold
Where this counter-culture cultivates an emptiness inside, you re still the one i m thinking of Savannah, and it s time for us to lay our history to rest
Would it be different if you were still here in my life, you re still the one i m thinking of
the last one in the pack
I put my jacket on your back, i never thought that i would be without your love
and i m checking out of my hotel room today
And would you be my wife, sweet savannah
May the evening bring your favorite night, i ve been beaten down and bruised
i ve been beaten down and bruised
I ve been beaten down and bruised, and we smoke a cigarette
Would i be sober, and it s time for us to lay our history to rest, sweet savannah
the girl beside me reminds me how you taste
But i ve got to move on, and it s time for us to lay our history to rest, you been gone so long
but i ve got to be movin on
but i ve got to be movin on
The girl beside me reminds me how you taste, may the evening be your favorite night, and we smoke a cigarette
Since i ve seen you, would it be different if you were still here in my life, and would you be my wife
But i ve got to be movin on, now i m leaving Jennings, may the evening be your favorite night
Would it be different if you were still here in my life, so i close on this hollywood night
Sweet savannah, so i close on this hollywood night
Sweet savannah, you been sone so long
Now i m leaving, so i close on this hollywood night
It comes to the end of the day, so i close on this hollywood night, but you know i couldn t stand to see you cry