Woorden:
Kick Over The Traces

Would you like me to paint a portrait Of all the words that were said You and I stopped talking 'Cause all I could paint Would be black stripes on a

The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest. You with your selling for avoiding leaves

It might be just me Or maybe something's in the air. That tells me This is turning northwards towards me. Then again, The wind is always changing.

Vertaling: Kick Over het Traces-. A Fragile Moment.

Vertaling: Kick Over het Traces-. Everything But The Algebra.

Vertaling: Kick Over het Traces-. Vaker wel dan niet.

she wants Read between the lines, Say something, What are you waiting for? You?re only killing time So look me up when you get over this So look me up when you get over

It might be just me Or maybe something's in the air. That tells me This is turning northwards towards me. Then again, The wind is always changing. And

The night is young, and my ear can't stop ringing From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest. You with your selling for avoiding leaves