Cam Nacson
Break
Drain, pools that lead to rumDrain, all you felt was funPraying, you're praying that I'm not too dumbAnd yet you're praying, you're praying I'm not too numb to understand your wordsYou're spelling them out like crosswords for meLeaving me out with adverbs honeyWhere're we gonna find all our money?Well, old roads they lead nowhereMy hands lead to your hairFight, It's the only way we surviveFight, its either that or we hideWe lied, we told ourselves its nightDon't lie, you know it's not alrightWe're thinking about it too much you knowThinking I'll be ok if you don't showBut the only truth is the one we both knowI, I won't try to miss youbecause I, I don't think I'll have toStop, we're giving this thing a chanceThen go, with only one small glanceAre we kidding ourselves with our new ideasRunning but I got no one my dearLetras de cancionesSomehow I know the end is so clearI, I won't try to miss youBecause I, I don't think I'll have toNo I, I don't think I'll have toOld roads they lead nowhereMy hands lead to your hairOld roads they lead nowhereMy hands lead to your hairOld roads they lead nowhereMy hands lead to your hair Old roads they lead nowhereMy hands lead to your hairI won't try to miss youBut I don't think I'll have to
From Letras Mania