Texty

Tired of wandering on my own I get so erratic spending too many nights alone I can't ignore what I saw Unfolded horizons embracing this orphan soul Demons come at dark to take me down Hotel rooms are so cold when there's no one to hold Serve me one more round and I'll be fine Ready to pass out in this killing trap I wanted to believe that love could cure me Speaking directly to my tangled spirit But I am no one to heal I'm a shivery broken wheel Demons come at dark to take me down Hotel rooms are so cold when there's no one to hold Serve me one more round and I'll be fine Ready to pass out in this killing trap I wanted to believe that love could cure me Speaking directly to my tangled spirit But I am no one to heal I'm a shivery broken wheel Demons come at dark Hotel rooms are so cold Demons come at dark Hotel rooms are so cold
Writer(s): Joana Serrat I Tarre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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