You were writing in uncertain lines when you met me Drinking whiskey in the hope you'd overflow You talked of nights that you spent alone and how morning smelt of winter And said people shouldn't be judged by their clothes
I was quiet as a ticking clock when you met me Giving hours when the minutes felt so slow. I spent the night in your one-bed house on a sofa made of splinters til your bed was the only place to go.
Now it's a day to stop and persuade yourself And it's a day to overflow Look up, turn down. The bitter hands of winter stop here. It's a day to overflow Get up or go back home. Get up or go back home...
I'll be walking past the place we met come Sunday You'll be sleeping off the words stuck in your throat. I might stop to hear how the traffic flows Through the Rumbles in my headphones but I won't hear my phone ring on this road.
Now it's a day to stop and persuade yourself And it's a day to overflow Look up, turn down. The bitter hands of winter stop here. It's a day to overflow Get up or go back home.
Get up or go back home Get up, get up...
Slow, don't go, you're so low Slow, don't go, you're so low
It's a day to stop and persuade yourself And it's a day to overflow Yeah it's a day to stop and persuade yourself And it's a day...
Slow, don't go, you're so low Slow, don't go, you're so lowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
