Sajama Cut
Hunted Lights
And you never calledNo, you never calledI keep the pictures on the wallThey make me feel less smallI play our kisses on the hallI see your lips carved on the wallWhere I stood without a viewAnd I'm ever oldHow I'm ever oldI pick the pieces from the floorThey make me feel so smallI keep depictions of the warOn a roadside, on the floorI'm sleeping with the lights onSleeping with the lights onTonight, we're sleeping with the lights onSleeping with the lights onSleeping with the lights onTonight, we're sleeping with the lightsI said I'm never tiredWell, I'm never notSaid I'm a little tiredOf the little boxTonight we're sleeping with the lights
From Letras Mania