Letra de Three Weeks
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Three Weeks
Verse1: It's three am and I'm staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that when your lips get caught on mine sometimes I forget to breathe.
It's four am and I'm staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that your skin's an artist's dream pastel and your eyes bleed poetry sometimes.
Prechorus: The scar on your chin, my breath on your skin, your loving smooth hands tucked tight in your pants â I'm so glad I kissed you. (doubled)
Chorus: Three weeks passed since we sat inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.
Verse2: It's Friday night and I'm sewing you a poem, weaving my pen through fields of words and digging past crude compliments. Stitch by stitch, language is strewn along and patterns are perfected as I quilt you in (a dialectic fabric that will be strong).
Prechorus: Your teeth are the keys, from a piano it seems (cover me in ivory, repeats) professionally played, enchanting everything around you.
Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.
Bridge: And I'm so glad I kissed you (and I'm so glad I kissed you). (fades in, repeats)
Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp and now I'm curling at the edges like a photograph in flames, eclipsing bad memories and lining my skies with you.
Over last chorus: Cover me in ivory
I'm so glad I kissed you
Original Chorus
Verse1: It's three am and I'm staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that when your lips get caught on mine sometimes I forget to breathe.
It's four am and I'm staring at the screen, trying to find a way to put in ink a line or two to let you know that your skin's an artist's dream pastel and your eyes bleed poetry sometimes.
Prechorus: The scar on your chin, my breath on your skin, your loving smooth hands tucked tight in your pants â I'm so glad I kissed you. (doubled)
Chorus: Three weeks passed since we sat inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.
Verse2: It's Friday night and I'm sewing you a poem, weaving my pen through fields of words and digging past crude compliments. Stitch by stitch, language is strewn along and patterns are perfected as I quilt you in (a dialectic fabric that will be strong).
Prechorus: Your teeth are the keys, from a piano it seems (cover me in ivory, repeats) professionally played, enchanting everything around you.
Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp. This is classic.
Bridge: And I'm so glad I kissed you (and I'm so glad I kissed you). (fades in, repeats)
Chorus: Three weeks passed (echo) since we sat (echo) inside my car and watched words hang between us like the pasta from lady and the tramp and now I'm curling at the edges like a photograph in flames, eclipsing bad memories and lining my skies with you.
Over last chorus: Cover me in ivory
I'm so glad I kissed you
Original Chorus
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