Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
Born under a bad sign, you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
"Cross my heart and hope to die
Splintered from the headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well
Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
You know it's strange
It's a strange way of saying
That I know I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you