Things — текст песни (Paul Westerberg)

Things I wanna tell you

How you make me feel

How you look to me

And how good it feels

Things I dont wanna tell you

Every little things all right

What I was before

And where I was last night



Always things

All these things

Always things



Things I try to tell you but come out oh so wrong

Seem to feel pretty good, seem to last pretty long

Things I dont wanna tell you

Now there aint no doubt

You lit a fire in me

Cant seem to put out



Always things

All these things



Things I long to tell you but I dont know how

Things I dont wanna tell you but I have to now

Packed my things



Things Im bound to tell you like that dress looks great on ya

I could use some breathing room but Im still in love with you

Things Id never tell you, down the line someday

Youll be a song I sing, a thing I give away

Pack my things today, I packed my things today