Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
As hard as I can try – can’t be refined
The limits that I seek ain’t being defined
What’s the point of hanging on this
Razor’s edge I’m sliding on
I have to say these are the best of times
I still recall the first time I saw you
At night alone I feel so lost - it’s true
It’s not that I’m unhappy here with you
In all the world you’re all that I would choose
And I know sometimes I cannot hide
The different worlds we make collide
But opposites attract so what’s the use
Sorry sorry – I seek but I don’t find
Sorry sorry – you drive me out of my mind
Sorry sorry – I know I look sincerе
Sorry sorry – I’m busting out of here
Becausе there’s a line I always bend
I can’t define and I can’t defend
Where living stops and dreaming never ends
Sorry, sorry