She said my life is full of despots And embargoes And cheeky Russian states 50,000 unmarked bullets sweating down my face I used to be outgoing Now I barely leave the Hague 'Cause I'm too busy now with headshots And that transcript And that sit-in-the-dock shame Turns out every room we ever loved in Any room we stayed The phone was tapped But the irony She said is no one ever listened to me But Laur, when you hear what thеy think that I've done You feel like lеtting go Now everything that I love has turned to dust Feel like letting go
I went to boarding school In Gümligen with Sudafed That snow it turned to a pulp Silence echoed round me Every time that lady spoke It's plastic-covered sofa baccalaureate I was a teen, sixteen with a mullet Now I'm handcuffed to a minder I'm lost in indecision The romance of the story It got lost in the transcription It's hard to be the son of a tyrant and villain 50,000 unmarked bullets Laur, when you hear what they think that I've done You feel like letting go No, everything that you loved turned to dust You feel like letting go
They say it's rare but not unheard of Tender to the touch After reputation If they still feel your heart 'Cause someone that you love Someone that you love Someone's holding on Someone will not let goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
