Songteksten

There's a lot of politics, a lot of cruel There's always that elephant inside the room There's a lot of talking and throwing looks Not all the bruises are noticeable There's always that happiness they wanna show ya Look at how they made use look at ourselves There were many quiet tears and flawless feeds and There's a lot of drink-it-away at the parties And I keep on waiting for time to slow down And I keep on hoping for love to come around And I don't know how to make sense of the things that I feel There are many waiting rooms Lot of bad news Barely awake as too late comes too soon When the ground beneath you is shifting where you stand, and What you took for granted runs like sand out of your hands And all that we wish is for time to slow down And all that we hope is that love will come around And try to find ways to make sense of the things that we feel Ooh, ooh-ooh There were many lonely nights and we cried alone So many words that just wasn't enough There were many walks home to an empty house Waiting for somebody to chase the darkness out And I keep on waiting for time to slow down And I keep on hoping for love to come around And I don't know how to make sense of the things that I feel
Writer(s): Anton Litens Nilsson, Elina Gunhild Stridh, Max Thulin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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