The boots you wear are heavy Rest now, I'll wear them for a while And as you lie there sleeping I'll walk down and retrace every mile All the lines around
I spelled out your name written with all the stars I see And like that you vanished instantly Love, oh You will come to me, you'll come to me, you'll
I am raising a flag I am just too tired now to fight It?s white and it?s waving Can?t we save this for another night I used to be afraid, but now I crave
Don't tell me My love's not the one that I want That he's not the one that I need I'd rather find out for myself You're the one Who shakes at the touch
There?s a million ways To leave your past And turn your eyes And watch it die Hometown hopes they fade They fade and change Just like a joke Passed down
Maybe ive been fooling myself for thinking you should come back and my last letter's going to break all of the bridges we've spent years to make all
I?ve been trying to know you You seem a ruthless one What is your history? What is your history? What do you want me to show you? What past is buried
Friday nights on the seventh floor (FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE) Paper backs on the corner store (FOURTH OF, JULY, BROOKLYN'S, ON FIRE) Looking
I always pick all the wrong things to say I left last night in utter disarray If I held your hand And swore that I'll never do this again And gave
I foresaw you like an old ghost story From a family tree that was handed down to me I've known you like a siren song that warns I've been informed you
Got a crick in my neck Spring in my back A prick in the bed And he?s ruinin? my day Feeling bereaved Late afternoon sleep Sometimes the drugs don?t keep
You can't see me from this view All the way down Trailing the procession I'll hide out a few more days Then I'll be leaving this place soon Our hearts
This breath is wasted forever but i know i'm not the first ive been putting on my best to hear the worst and listening to someone elses fables from radios
Darling, why you look so sad Has this place got you anxious Trust me, it?s not you I?ve been wondering for days How to make them go away There?s just
In the streets the lights burn low and children scream as they're held high above the sea in ferris carts their eyes alive with mirrored hallways done
Bản dịch: Nicole Atkins. Maybe Tonight.
Bản dịch: Nicole Atkins. Kill The Headlights.
Bản dịch: Nicole Atkins. Brooklyn's On Fire.
