Regular Disease
Lyrics
She knew that I'd choose a short brunette in brown shoes. I ask the time and she hides her smile. And when there's nothing left to use, It's a regular disease. And when there's nothing left to see, It's a regular disease. She laughs out loud when she reads, She can't see how her key fits. She's rare indeed, in here in bare feet.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 04:10
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 118 BPM