Авторы: Greg Keelor, Jim Cuddy
Lead Vocal by Greg Well, these late night conversations Leave a strange taste, Like french cigarettes. And these coloured drinks that you keep on throwin' at me Just keep on reminding me I came to forget. So now every night You insist on reminding me Of my lost possibilities And the stains on the wall. Well, I don't mean to complain But it hurts just the same. And now both of us know The leaves will fall on their own. Just throw me a line That's all that I ask Well, it's sink or swim and I'm goin' fast I need love and it's you And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool. Yea, you tell me Life is for living It's best in the giving But it's so hard to be free. Still I do my best But you refuse my gift And now all that we share Is a collection of tears. Just throw me a line That's all that I ask Well, it's sink or swim and I'm going fast I need love and it's you And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool. Produced by Terry Brown All songs written by Keelor/Cuddy All songs published by Thunderhawk Music (SOCAN). Copyright 1986, 1987 Blue Rodeo Productions. All rights reserved. Used with Permission.