I want to hold onto the last night i saw you.
I’ll turn over ever so slowly and of course the clouds are out. My spirit broke. I’ve got this feeling that’s been telling me you’re halfway home.
The roads are seamless, like my ceiling while i’m clinging to the empty words you spoke that had no meaning.
I stopped caring, when i couldn’t let go.
I’m still coping with endless sleep and staying home.
Forget about the sun and my friends, they’ve gotten old.
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