Bombers

Artysta: Yellowcard

Wyswietleń: 1



This is the deepest cut I,
Think I have ever felt,
These are the things I think but I will never tell.
I`m trying to walk these bridges,
Burning beneath my feet,
Well I am an echo I am heard but never seen.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they`re coming down,
They`re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There`s a bomber in me too.

This is a mirror image,
Of everything I`m not,
Always reflecting what I`ve learned but was not taught.
If I could make things different,
If I could press restart,
Then I would hold back every breath that went too far.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they`re coming down,
They`re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There`s a bomber in me too.

Sometimes I feel like I am working in the dark,
Collecting names collecting all the mending hearts.
And if your one that I have missed along the way,
Then I`m rehearsing all the things I`d like to say.
This isn`t easy for me,
This isn`t easy.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they`re coming down,
They`re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There`s a bomber in me too.

These are your hearts,
Like bombs they`re coming down ,
They`re falling on me now.
And this my last try,
Got one thing left to prove,
There`s a bomber in me too.



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