The clues to you and I are sprawling out like roads And if we find a place for them they won't lead home I only meant to say it once but it's too late I'm into you and out again
The rotted love manipulates me The rotted love that twists the fates seem A bit confused by my reflection 'Cause if we die there's still direction and
I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata
If I can think on purpose then you'll be right here A paranoia got the best of what I hold dear The cold linoleum is talking up my shoes Deciphering the truth of us
And now I know what I'm about to lose Now I know what I'm about to choose Now we go for some reaction A little game of who's distracted more and
I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata
And see the disappointments walking in their line But every step they take is perfectly in time I'm singing you in every breath I'm left to heave I feel your arms surrounding me
And when I'm in a dirty river And my receiver meets her giver I set a trap to come and catch you Oh someone stop me now I can't do this
I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I you we're not thinking my stromata I I we're not thinking my stromata I I we're not thinking my stromata I I we're not thinking my stromata I I we're not thinking my stromata
Collezionista di cianfrusaglie, attratta come un magnete dagli accessori. Mangiatrice di cereali professionista, coffee-addict, flagellata da memoria eidetica, diversamente emotiva, metereopatica, divoratrice di libri, cinema e musica, telefilmicamente onnivora. Motociclista. Yogi. Guerriera. Sognatrice. Serial shopper di stirpe. Ghost-writer. Salvatrice del mondo per vocazione.
The clues to you and I are sprawling out like roads
RispondiEliminaAnd if we find a place for them they won't lead home
I only meant to say it once but it's too late
I'm into you and out again
The rotted love manipulates me
The rotted love that twists the fates seem
A bit confused by my reflection
'Cause if we die there's still direction and
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
If I can think on purpose then you'll be right here
A paranoia got the best of what I hold dear
The cold linoleum is talking up my shoes
Deciphering the truth of us
And now I know what I'm about to lose
Now I know what I'm about to choose
Now we go for some reaction
A little game of who's distracted more and
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
And see the disappointments walking in their line
But every step they take is perfectly in time
I'm singing you in every breath I'm left to heave
I feel your arms surrounding me
And when I'm in a dirty river
And my receiver meets her giver
I set a trap to come and catch you
Oh someone stop me now I can't do this
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I you we're not thinking my stromata
I I we're not thinking my stromata
I I we're not thinking my stromata
I I we're not thinking my stromata
I I we're not thinking my stromata