Eight Days Gone

Time Of Year
I didn't think you'd build a city You've broken every bone I see Well it's no wonder that you Set your house on fire through your skin And uniform that you've worn lately And I've said I've missed this time of year I'd fill storm rain in paper cups I'd buy the rights to this setting sun But I've missed this time of year I didn't think we'd be this fitting You throw back every stone you bleed Well who'd of thought that you would Stumble on your flower scented heart And uniform that you've worn lately And I've said I've missed this time of year I'd fill storm rain in paper cups I'd buy the rights to this setting sun But I've missed this time of year From Letras Mania