Texty:
Amy Macdonald Curious Thing

Don't wanna see the stars; don't wanna see the moon Don't wanna see the sun that rises up too soon Don't wanna see the day; don't wanna see the night

the day is done And the fighting's over the race is run I don't know what I'm looking for And this life I lead it's a curious thing But I can't deny

I don't care Who does her hair or What clothes she wears I don't care if it's YSL, I don't care if it's Chanel What matters to me is a strong belief All

Oh the wind is gently blowing As the light begins to fade I'm sick and tired of playing it up Sick of this parade And your eyes are gently weeping As

Oh, the sun may shine through your window on a summer's day Doesn't change, your heavy heart skips a beat each day You get a temporary high as your watch

Oh everybody said she was the next big thing The shining little light on the Saturday night Dreaming of the day when she could run away She didn't believe

What makes you different from amyone in here What makes you stand up from the crowd What makes your mother so proud of you What makes us worship at your

I believe in everything I see. I believe you do the best for me. It's not a lot. It's all I've got. I belive that the day will come. When you see that

why love is not like my dreams Wondering why I am still here all alone And at night I whish that you were there Touching my face and stroking my hair Telling me things