letra de soup - baggio (band)
walking past your living room, looking to your window
on the off chance you were drawing your curtains for the night
i have no choice but to presume an ideal version of myself
will one day become my truth
it’s the only way i can manage and not crumble at the image
of me and my present self
i think i’ve learned to live with it but i’d like to live without it
it’s the only way i know
people my age have always died
i guess it’s a percentage game, thank god i’m still alive!
i’m running out of things to say about the night time skyline
come back to me at 8am
it’s a long way to go to have nothing to do
sticks for guns, hand in a clamp, papier mache shoes
will we post on 4thesnax when we’re old and we are grey
about the disappointing soup that we had for lunch today
people my age have always died
i guess it’s a percentage game, thank god i’m still alive!
i’m running out of things to say about the night time skyline
come back to me at 8am
letras aleatórias
- letra de i want you - friska viljor
- letra de musical chairs - issa gold
- letra de millenium pimpin - mr. lucci
- letra de where you goin' - danny swain
- letra de necesito droga y amor - extremoduro
- letra de observe - omenxiii
- letra de pucho loco - damas gratis
- letra de last day - the notorious b.i.g.
- letra de leave it - tinashe
- letra de jak chore jest to!!! - wdowa