letra de hours we could have spent fucking with the tv on - jenny besetzt
me and my neighbor both have knives under our pillows
me in a fog i see his shadow in my window
why is he moving why is he moving so slowly
why is he moving why is he moving so slowly
screaming in silence but never knowing if he heard me
i’m left believing he was the widower of “wait here”
maybe he couldn’t he couldn’t see me through the light of
my television my figure hidden in the glow of
maybe this time i will be myself
when we were strangers he hovered in forgotten corners
waiting for light to shift and fall on lovers at the altar
now i don’t even now i don’t even think to wonder
was it the mother’s sin that made a murderer of her son
me and my neighbor both have knives under our pillows
me in the dark i strike a match and wait for answers
they never tell you they never tell you that the truth is
there’s no forever only a lie for you to wait on
maybe this time i will be myself
letras aleatórias
- letra de small catechism 4 - flame
- letra de unfair - pulse (usa)
- letra de 303 - sam harvey (musician)
- letra de bikinibukta 2022 (krabby patty edit) - kontrakroken
- letra de bonnie & clyde - zpluto
- letra de nicht in diesem ton - 257ers
- letra de tell me what you see - groovie
- letra de ponte en pie - konorte
- letra de under the underground - blake mills
- letra de светится иначе (lights up otherwise) - irina gan'kina