Passenger - Golden leaves
| Szövegírók: |
Mike Rosenberg |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Mike Rosenberg |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Neofolk, acoustic folk |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 841 alkalommal
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do you remember how this first began
teeth were white and our skin was young
eyes as bright as a spanish sun
we had nothing we could hide
now my dear we are two golden leaves
clinging desperately to winter trees
held up here like a pair of thieves
while the sirens blare outside
what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken
but sometimes
do you remember how this started out
so full of hope but now we’re filled with doubt
a dirty joke we used to laugh about
but it’s not funny any more
i fear i’ll choke unless i spit it out
still smell of smoke although the fire’s gone out
i can’t live with you but i’d die without
so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken
but sometimes
so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken but sometimes
teeth were white and our skin was young
eyes as bright as a spanish sun
we had nothing we could hide
now my dear we are two golden leaves
clinging desperately to winter trees
held up here like a pair of thieves
while the sirens blare outside
what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken
but sometimes
do you remember how this started out
so full of hope but now we’re filled with doubt
a dirty joke we used to laugh about
but it’s not funny any more
i fear i’ll choke unless i spit it out
still smell of smoke although the fire’s gone out
i can’t live with you but i’d die without
so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken
but sometimes
so what’s left to say when every word’s been spoken
what’s left to see when our eyes won’t open
what’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our hearts are broken but sometimes
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