Am I a toy to you? With strings around my fingers, for you to pull and watch as I collapsed when you want. The coldest night to me, is a switch that you control. Tip-toe around your words just to calm you down again.
There’s too many people that we both love and too many secrets I don’t wanna know.
You’re still chasing him. My saving grace is saving face. Lost on the back burner. Good for, good for you. My saving grace is saving face. I just sit and wait.
There’s always just enough of you to pull me back. But I can see your eyes drifting past what you have. I’m flagging down a ship when it’s on its way to sea. The horn is blaring out, but I just don’t want to believe.
I never left you in a sandstorm. I never left you for a second at all.
You’re still chasing him. My saving grace is saving face. Lost on the back burner. Good for, good for you. My saving grace is saving face. I just sit and wait.
I thought you were an angel, I guess you were a vulture. Either way, spread your wings and just fly away. [x2]
You’re still chasing him. My saving grace is saving face. Lost on the back burner. Good for, good for you. My saving grace is saving face. I just sit and wait.
I just sit and wait. (Spread your wings and fly away) [x4]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
