Lyrics

It's a long way down at the moment, I can't believe that he found something so broken And started wanderin' around in slow motion now Mississippi was grey that Thursday from January to May I must have found A different way to go, I found a different way to go back home To go back home Did you know that your heart could grow colder than Rothko's suicide art, I loved you so then And if we'd known that these walls were closin' in We could have quit then, we should have quit then Mississippi was grey that Thursday from January to May, I must have found A different way to go, I found a different way to go back home
Writer(s): Christina Elizabeth Cone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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