She looked busy Scrolling herself to death I guess she had nothing left But desire, desire
Teardrops in coffee Lying there in his bed Sharpening her arrowhead Please set me on fire, on fire
Am I no good? Am I made of wood? Am I just dead wood? Am I just dead wood?
Geppetto, my friend Can you not see the cracks? A wooden heart split with an axe And desire, desire
Am I no good? Am I made of wood? Am I just dead wood? Am I just dead wood?
And after all that we're strangers again I'll never intertwine I'll never depend on you Or anyone new When nothing is true True, true, true
I'm a dovetail joint Without a fucking point You'll leave with a splinter Just use me for tinder And set me on fire I miss the unbearable weight of tenderness
I want to feel the way you feel I want to feel the way you feel I wish I could feel the way you feel I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel I want to feel the way you feel I wish I could feel the way you feel I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel I want to feel the way you feel I wish I could feel the way you feel I long to feel the way you feel
I want to feel the way you feel I want to feel the way you feel I wish I could feel the way you feel I long to feel the way you feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
