Listening to red house Sitting in my white shirt When I thought about the grass stains Thought about the red dirt
It's funny when spring blooms The funny way the birds sing I always think I'm gonna sing too But I forget the melody
La, da, da, da La, da, da, da Or something like that
High school's been dead now for ten years Isn't that some shit? And from here on out you'll, you'll keep on losing things So get used to it
She said she wished we lived different lives Now that's some shit And the only thing I'm good for is a melody and some poor advice So here it is
La, da, da, da La, da, da, da Oh, I forget
La, da, da, da La, da, da, da Or something like that
Listening to red house Sitting in my white shirt See every day's a funeral Or every day's a new birth
If you're not everything You're nothing till you try to be Nobody needs saving Just a little bit of empathy
You can't save the ones you love You can't save the ones you love But who would really want to?
You can't save the ones you love But who would really want to? You can't save the ones you loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
