Grandpa campbell would sit upon his front porch
And i\'d be right there just sittin on his knee
He\'d tell stories about love and feast and famine
And ...
The signs of love can be hard to see
As the eye of a needle in the candle light
But I thought I saw them in your eyes
When I took you home last nig ...
Combien faut-il de temps pour accepter le sort ?
Combien faut-il de bières pour inhiber sa peur ?
Combien faut-il de pleurs pour pouvoir rire encore ...