Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined I surrender CD cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad To move you
Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It's not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It's not pretty underneath
A bottle meant for two a glass that's full of legs but free of any fingerprints From you A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices Is waking
Fight with little purpose Only meaning to scratch the surface It's not pretty underneath There among debris find casual in casualty It's not pretty underneath
My eyes are on your hands I'm helpless when I'm looking at you Be very very careful not to Crack the seals of last year's arguments they don't hold a candle to the one This year A disagreement used to be a speed bump on a highway going eighty
Fight with little purpose...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
