King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - Running On Fumes | Текст песни

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• King Creosote & Jon Hopkins
• Running On Fumes

And what do you mean?
Our hill's not all that steep
When the gauge reads half a tank,
And yet you run on fumes for a week.

And you and I we once looked fine,
Until you split your lip,
Against the side of my face

So why to we bother,
With all this fighting?
And especially at our age.

And you never did,
Write down their names
So why break bones,
For them?
And blackened nights you rage

And you and I we once,
Looked great,
And you and I we sounded fine,
And you had high notes,
But also high kerbs,
I gave one stairs,
But I now take shorter steps

For after our accident,
We lost our no claims,
And now I hate those pastel shades,
That are just within my vision range.

And you and I we once looked fine,
Until you split your lip,
Against the side of my face,

So why do we bother,
With all this fighting?
Especially at our age.

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