Whitewash Radio
Vinyl
A faltering voiceA low melodyA simple choiceA face of glee The days drag onThe nights too quickAnd the mornings leftFor us to feel sickBecause we drank too muchAnd rolled off the couchOnto the floor whereI kissed your mouth And I couldn't findYour ear through the hairTo tell you a secretSo I'll just stareAt your eyesAnd wonder if we'reJust too drunkTo even really careAbout tomorrow andWhat it bringsOr even think About the awkward thingsWe'll say to one anotherWhen were around your friends Letras de cancionesOr the silenceI wont make amendsIf a word slips outOr if I play you this songIf I just cant take it And ask you to sing along.Whoa Oh Oh
From Letras Mania