Lyrics

Nothing much to plan for a sailor on the sand when the sky 's a blue movie scene rumours you had stopped, pick a fight and pick it up you were always ahead of me rain darkens the place, you don't come to my embrace but I'm home if you want to go something you had lost at the border that you crossed was it lost for you after all was it lost for you after all your bruises still remind you of the risk you should never take I just can't do enough a storm inside a cuff I wanna take them off, take them off what else can be said can you say you wish me dead or that all should be like before linger, count to three count the bodies in the sea I know you'll come around my door I know you 'll come around my door your bruises still remind you of the risk you should never take I just can't do enough a storm inside a cuff I wanna take them off, take them off I wanna wash them off, wash them off I wanna wash them off, wash them off Nothing much to plan for a sailor on the sand when the sky 's a blue movie scene rumours you had stopped, pick a fight and pick it up you were always ahead of me
Writer(s): Erik Truffaz, Marc Erbetta, Marcello Giuliani, Corboz Benoit, Cecile Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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