I am bleeding through Writing songs for you If I could say what I felt Then I would draw for you I'm just a boy letting go of his heart Because the
, I check The upper right hand corner every piece of mail I get Hopin' there's that certain circle through the word 'love' on a stamp Postmarked Birmingham, postmarked
You know this winter's cold 'Cause you can see your own breath And it's haunting Makes the hair stand up on your neck. Like you're walking with a ghost
If I could change One thing about myself I would have the strength To keep harm away And forever keep you safe. When you're lying in my arms Do you even
I'm killed by your surprise Once again. Add it to the list as Another failure sets in. So swallow in your pride, Don't pretend The vacant spot beside
If this world Ever started making sense then We would never need a reason To put our trust in each and every single feeling. But until that day comes
So let me paint the picture, Take Saturday for instance, I've been measuring the distance, Time and space that we create From here to Sunday. 'Cause now
Watching, I'm focusing my view As you are walking, Lighting up the room, And I am hoping The blue that's in your eyes Will meet with mine. We'll take
Vertaling: Blackhawk. Poststempel Birmingham.
Vertaling: Nachtmerrie. Poststempel mijn kompas.
I am bleeding through Writing songs for you If I could say what I felt Then I would draw for you I'm just a boy letting go of his heart Because the days
The days get shorter here ever since you stole the sun. Put it in your pocket and went down south past the horizon. Bend my fingers back so I'll no
So let me paint the picture, Take Saturday for instance, I've been measuring the distance, Time and space that we create From here to Sunday. 'Cause