ToLetras - Letras para cada momento.

MY LIBRARY

Recent Saved Album Artists

The Promise That Could Not Be Kept

de Sports

I'm sitting on the edge
Of every word you've said
My mind will wander on
The excuse is growing long

So while I think and recover
My heart still grows fonder

I've fallen into this sleep
That keeps me down on my luck
So I can hardly wake myself
I can never awake myself
I can never account for anything

I need a good excuse
To replay the scenes inside my head
But I'm so fucking sick of it
I'm tired of trying to sleep
While all that I can see is your
Ghostly complexion, your lack of intellection
You're the scabs on my knees
You're just a fucking disease

But you're all that I can think about
But you're all that I can think about

You're all I can think about

I've fallen into this sleep
That keeps me down on my luck
So I can hardly wake myself
I can never awake myself
I can never account for anything

Más canciones de Sports