1918-1920 Lyrics & Chords By Wild Honey

You promise, that after winter
you'll come to pick me up,
to drive all around Europe,
like children dressed in white.
I've noticed by your handwriting
that you've started drinking again,
remind of me of those years,
back then it was never too late.
Springtime breeze, the winter haze
green applepies and stomach akes.
We slept together for a thousand days
in a row.
The echoes of your letter
dont get to fill this room
there are words that get me better,
there are words that hurt like hell.
Springtime breeze, the winter haze,
green apple pies and stomach akes.
We slept together for a thousand days
in a row...
in a row...
Sometimes seems
that you forgot...
Springtime breeze, the winter haze,
green apple pies and stomach akes.
We slept together for a thousand days
in a row...
in a row...