Lyrics

Our time alone, our finest hours are spent The riches of the past are gone At home I seat and in a ball I vent In stitches, staring at the phone A place where I'm reclined and holding down I find it hard to feel as I was And now I'm all over you It seems as much I had it all Now where the good times went The wine and offerings have flown The flowers in the park don't pay the rent You'd think by now I should have grown A place where I'm reclined and holding down I find it hard to feel as I was And now I'm all over you It seems as much, I had it all Falling hearts falling in disguise Feeling lost feeling undermined I had it hall
Writer(s): Maxwell Farrington, Christophe Vaillant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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