Let's turn back the clock And do this one more time It's so hard finding a purpose in my emptiness Cause I am an icicle You are the summer heat A language that I can barely speak
There is a headache in my head A pulse in my brain Nothing will ever change (or make sense) There is nothing at all There is nothing at all (nothing at all) I prefer this weight on my chest There is nothing at all There is nothing at all
Such slim comfort buried in old pictures (this couch is not as long as I remember) This couch is not as long as I remember A different shape out of place A different pace Such sudden news that my body can't shake Cause my stomach won't stomach the taste Will you hold me like a baby And tell me the things I need to know I never want to be alone
There is a headache in my head A pulse in my brain Nothing will ever change (or make sense) There is nothing at all There is nothing at all (nothing at all)
There is nothing at all There is nothing at all I prefer this weight on my chest There is nothing at all There is nothing at all (there's nothing at all) I prefer this weight on my chest There is nothing at all There is nothing at all (there's nothing at all)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
