Broken bottles
The forecast
we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up
we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights
the room spins as i watch you turn
waiting for the words
we're so sick of being alone
so come over stay longer
wasting time on mistakes we've made
my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days
we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home
were riding a low, where nothing make us whole
so we'll bend our backs back to the start
and start again
we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights
the room spins as i watch you turn
waiting for the words
we're so sick of being alone
so come over stay longer
wasting time on mistakes we've made
my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days
we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home
were riding a low, where nothing make us whole
so we'll bend our backs back to the start
and start again
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!
Mais ouvidas de The forecast
ver todas as músicas- It's A Long Drive
- Fade In, Fade Out
- A Better Man
- I'll Set You Free
- Losing Signal
- Seating Subject To Availability
- Sleep Tight Tonight
- Heart Healthy
- Kisses
- Chicago
- Contemporary Business
- One Hundred Percent
- So Wrong
- Some Things Never Change
- Helping Hands
- This House Is Not A Home
- If I'm Not Mistaken
- Water Makes The Weeds Grow Tall
- Welcome Home
- Bad Reception