Texty:
Começo De Conversa

Překlad: Prolitou krev na mém seznamu zlomené srdce. Pojďme Finish náš rozhovor jsme začali Včera.

It's cold enough to break Beneath the weight of this mistake And no one can tell me it's alright I hope it's not too late For the man who's less than

And the day was dangerous to everyone Well they're not surprised It's just begun And the way that flat-top bitch was having fun These were aching waves

In the face of this We're calling off the kiss and you sang "Higher" Looking great today was sad I'm sick of feeling bad far away Crying over me know

It wraps around the cord for him Said I'm wasting, sinking Soaking in to bones and cartilage Crossing out the quarter where he lives So I have arrived

them quick You never work, phoning in sick You're blaming me but you never prove And we're rational but you'd never know Circumstance beyond control This conversation