ou're my quiet in a crowded room The storm that's rolling off my shoes A minor chord in a hopeful tune The dust that settles, the sweet perfume
I'm just trying I'm just trying to get back to you
You're my flower on the interstate An easy shot that ricocheted I'll walk away but I'll walk slow If I'm honest, I've nowhere to go
I'm just trying I'm just trying to get back to you
You're the eye of the hurricane A blindfold shot with perfect aim The golden hour before the dark An open heart that left a scar
We tried to celebrate The skies that we looked to didn't have what it takes We made wishes anyway So our hearts that were breaking could beat another day
You're my quiet in a crowded room A minor chord in a hopeful tune
I'm just trying I'm just trying I'm just trying To get back to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
