Paroles de Benchwarmer

If it's true we care
Will you hold my hand
I'd say
This is bliss, and that is that
It's as innocent as our grip
So ponder this as you weep
Cause when you come back
I'll stretch out my hand
And fall flat on my face
But god will pick me up
And say just one last thing

At the sand we play
All the games
I don't know where to move
As a pawn, no moving backwards
And the queen has passed me by

So get back out there kid
And show her what you've got
This is all I've got

The room is dark
But I'm lost in your glow
Don't you ever smile again
For fear I might break down