It's late, we turn the TV off It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker You want to build fires on hot days Feel the coolness of my gaze I'm a troublemaker
Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love On a cold morning of you arriving I was struggling for survival
It's late, we turn the TV off It's old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker, a windbreaker You want to build fires on hot days Feel the coolness of my gaze I'm a troublemaker
Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love It's going to be one hell of a year. Keeping secrets in water tight compartments, Dear It's giving me the fear
I fall down like a tonne of bricks What makes me sick won't make me quit I fall down like a tonne of bricks What makes me sick won't make me quit
I knew what you were talking about I knew what you were talking about I knew what you were talking about I knew what you were talking aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
