歌词
Slowly, so slowly
Hang up the phone
Gently rest its head in the cradle
That's where it goes
Outside, the summer turns everything bare
The grass is bitter
Almost as bitter as you
It's hard when these things start
Never wanted it to start
I'll go back
I'll go back, I know
Blame it on gravity
Should I get too close
It's familiar
Puts us at ease
But under our skin
It's like a disease
With you
It's hard when these things stop
Never wanted it to stop
Slowly, so slowly
I'll get by
I know you could
If you'd only try
Cause we're coming through
There's nothing left for us to do
There's nothing left for us
The storms may rise
The storms may win
The storms may rise
But what do I care?
Cause we're coming through
There's nothing left for us to do
There's nothing left for us
Written by: Shane-Michael Vidaurri
