Lyrics

Fading to the edge Words scattered only black He climbs up the staircase I'm waiting for a look back Purpose lost who won Was it worth it darlin' Don't know why but who cares now Lets go back to better days now I would rather be wrong And make things right I would rather be so wrong And have you tonight Panic at sunrise Will you wake me with your eyes Wrap me up I cry for you Clear headed speaking our truths I would rather be wrong And make things right I would rather be so wrong And have you tonight Whoa oh oh things said out of line Whoa oh oh don't stop being mine Whoa oh oh things said out of line Whoa oh oh don't stop being mine Whoa oh oh things said out of line Whoa oh oh don't stop being mine Whoa Whoa oh oh things said out of line Whoa oh oh don't stop being mine I would rather be wrong And make things right
Writer(s): Alessandra Whitford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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