letra de ballad type - good looking friends
i never had a chance
to be more, be more than i am
i’m combative as a stone
and she was living like a queen
completely free of insecurity
what made her leave her throne?
i don’t know!
i never had a chance
to be more, be more than one man
‘cuz i’m better by myself
the things she thought that she could take
boiled up into her big mistakes
well, just count them
she put me under on the table
fixed my bleeding heart and closed mind
preoccupations with the time
lacing through my guts
now, our love, it grows like a tree
upwards and out, longer than her or me
and always twice as bright
always twice the light
so thank you for the brass heart and black lungs
and the hope for rust and dust to settle in
and as cartographers, we’ll pinpoint the gutters
find another home for us to meddle in
the proverbs of you thank you
the proverbs of you, thank you
the proverbs of you thank you
the proverbs of you, thank you
letras aleatórias
- letra de fly - young extro
- letra de pişmanım - serdar ortaç
- letra de all she wrote - adam john
- letra de pressure - young scooter & zaytoven
- letra de el tridente - costa
- letra de кот (cat) - mozgi
- letra de get up - evol (kor)
- letra de local boy in the photograph - kelly jones
- letra de let's go - anthony 1999
- letra de hayat izi - serdar ortaç