Paroles de Still The Door Slams Shut
Were you told to hold me when I'm like this?I'd love to believe that it came from the heart,
and everything's resolved with a winning smile,
Let everybody think you're the same on the inside,
When my eyes look like a prince after time,
Do you still find me the most beautiful?
Did you ever anyway even before?
What do I need you to spell it out for?
Not in control of my emotions, thoughts are not my own,
I bit you today, but I'll kiss it better tomorrow!
And I do want you to do it,
But there's still a little chicken, dying to get out,
And I can't always be fifty tonnes,
If I stop the process now, what of my dying at fifty dream?
If the cancer has already arrived then it intended to take its time,
But can I change fate? Can I? Like Ebenezer right the wrongs,
Only so that I'm licensed to die young...
Twenty-four hours, for seven, for fifty-two for sixty plus,
The initial attraction and glue,
Gonna have to find something more between us,
It's a long time to be silent...
And I'm also aware that I expect too much,
How can you do what I want? I don't know what I want you to do,
All I know right now is that I really fucking need you,
Yet black rain, grey rivers and red
Boxer-wounds and all the complication in my head, Nothing would do for her home grown,
So if I make myself nothing...
But still the door slams shut.
What do I need you to spell it out for?
Not in control of my emotions, thoughts are not my own,
I bit you today, but I'll kiss it better tomorrow!
And I do want you to do it,
But there's still a little chicken, dying to get out,
And I can't always be fifty tonnes,
If I stop the process now, what of my dying at fifty dream?
If the cancer has already arrived then it intended to take its time,
But can I change fate? Can I? Like Ebenezer right the wrongs,
Only so that I'm licensed to die young...
Twenty-four hours, for seven, for fifty-two for sixty plus,
The initial attraction and glue,
Gonna have to find something more between us,
It's a long time to be silent...
And I'm also aware that I expect too much,
How can you do what I want? I don't know what I want you to do,
All I know right now is that I really fucking need you,
Yet black rain, grey rivers and red
Boxer-wounds and all the complication in my head, Nothing would do for her home grown,
So if I make myself nothing...
But still the door slams shut.
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