The lights pouring through my window dressing everything all up in gold and I don't know what I'm doing here. I left the howling winds and the prairies to find some kind of idea, am I full or am I empty?
Maybe I just like hurting, building up walls and then ripping them down with my own disposition. My own hurting masks the way I feel about the world and all the little things I wish were different
And I've been grieving since I left old Carolina. The bars on my window didn't leave me safe at night. Now i've chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. Like a dram on a damn cold winters night.
Some things they just like leaving, like people love and money and I don't know what it's all running from. Perhaps the fear of splitting open, showing some parts of yourself that you don't even really want to know.
And I've been grieving since I left old Carolina. The bars on my window didn't leave me safe at night. Now I've chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. Like a dram on a damn cold winters night.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.