歌词
Why try to run when you can't even walk
Why try to shout when you can't even talk
And you only hear what you want to hear
The years rolling easy with your kind of ears
And you bleed a little love on me
You bleed a little love on me
And there's no use you kicking back shaking your head
With your tribe of sycophants breaking your bread
And the days drip, and stick to you like honeycomb
And a ghost on your lips says there's no place like home
And you bleed a little love on me
You bleed a little love on me
You bleed a little love on me
You bleed a little love on me
A part of me, departed
A part of me
A part of me, departed
A part of me
A part of me departed (A part of me you wore)
A part of me (Then what was I before?)
A part of me departed (A part of me you wore)
A part of me (Then what was I before?)
A part of me departed (A part of me you wore)
A part of me (Then what was I before?)
A part of me departed (A part of me you wore)
A part of me (Then what was I before?)
Written by: Marti West
