Letra

Babe, it feels like it's all happened Twenty-three years of the same And I'm sorry 'bout this morning For the damage I will pay All the mirrors face the walls and I wake just to long for bed Love, what's got you so down low? The saddest tongue is in your head I forget the thrill of lies The truth escaping through the eyes, now You use voices on the phone That once were spent on me The world has changed beyond our doorstep Peoplе talk and dress so strange I don't know a neighbour's namе And all of life is rearranged Nice to know that you're still caring Well enough to raise your voice But if we must bring up the past then Please don't speak to me of choice Across the way moved in a pair With passion in its prime Maybe they look through to us And hope that's them in time
Writer(s): Thomas Patrick Coll, Grian Alexander Chatten, Conor Patrick Curley, Conor Patrick Deegan, Carlos Ramos O'connell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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