It’s a little bit foreign It’s a little bit strained We’ve got our excuses, we’re emotionally drained
It’s a little familiar Still a little bit blind Fighting, it is useless as we’re losing both our minds
Running on empty and I get you have to go We’ll take it one more time before you hit the road
One last time, close the door Come by it honestly, suddenly feeling Two hearts breaking that thought they could make it Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore
It’s a little bit tragic A little bit sound Yeah, damn good years of both our lives in a pile on the ground
It’s a little bit stupid A little bit hard to conceive That it all fades away when you leave
Running on empty and I get you have to go We’ll take it one more time before you hit the road
One last time, close the door Come by it honestly, suddenly feeling Two hearts breaking that thought they could make it Take my hand, show me you don’t love me anymore
Is this really over? Is this really over? Is this really over, love?
We had our whole lives We had our whole lives
Take my hand Show me you don’t love me anymore Take my hand Show me you don’t love me anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
