Theres a hole In my heart which you used to get your air It wont beat again for at least another year You cut it out yourself, so you wont suffocate in there Your patience is losing to your fear I lost her When collecting angels come I will rush to find your prayers Theyre buried in the closet under the stairs under boxes of my dreams and the clutter of my fears my selfishness is probably why theyre here and i kept digging my own grave Im close to 30 miles deep I can taste the other side and it isnt pretty and i left my lover in a bottle and i threw it out to sea as soon as she left my fingertips I prayed she come back to me come back to me baby I lost her I lost her I lost her I lost her I lost her I lost her I lost her I will never stitch the hole you cut In hopes that you will return to me I will work to be a man yes you will see yes I will work to be your man yes you will see Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
