3rd Jonquil, lucky Empty pill, torn out page This connection is the friction We awaited Electric, broken ghost, she feels sick Frozen feet, little slumber
dropped his crown) Mirror image shadowed Passion fragments floating A dignified loss is better suits you Just find my friend Forgotten soldiers daydream
have no care so long as you're safe And it's been settling down quite thick this year She was a teacher to me, I remember when she loved me We daydream
Reverse your feet, retreat The battle is complete but are we home yet? Unload your guns, turn around and run We've got the sun upon our mind set This
Oh look what I've done for you I made it all for you, I've come to set it right Oh look what I've made for you I've come to set it right Can't stay this
Shot down You knew that I was lonely By the shiver in my voice It seems like everybody's hoping But we never make the right choice Oh, and we hold on
There is still shards in the road Shackled wooden windows The hero to the cell, he doesn't look to well A cardio, love send face down in the dirt Make
I took advantage, took you for granted If this is what you wanted Well, I got what I deserved The worthless hurt resides inside of this broken man She
We've got hours to play with And we've got rolling papers But some of the magic is lost When you try to repeat it I've got you in my peripheral And I
I look out the window for a cloud That you might be under But the sun is going down too early Invisible embers showering my eyes For none to see Where
I've been meaning to tell you For quite some time (What is it you wanted to tell me?) Things may get a little bit different (I'm not afraid of change)
Look up and see the sky tonight, it's beautiful Make sure that you look up tonight and see it all The stars across the fire and through the clouds There
He wonders why he made those choices I guess he made them all for you Got something that he wants to tell you Got something that you should know Everyone
Vertaling: InMe. Dagdroom Anonymous.
3rd Jonquil... lucky, empty pill, torn-out page This connection is the friction we awaited Electric, broken ghost, she feels sick Frozen feel, little
Theo has dropped his crown) Mirror-imaged shadows, passive fragments floating A dignified loss suits you just fine my friend Forgotten soldiers daydream
