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Artiste:
Sister City
Titre:
And Time Is Slipping Through Your Little Fingers
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I don't know what I want. I don't want anything I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry? I stay intrigued yet underwhelmed At the prospect of a new beginning But I've learned it doesn't help Cause every time I've moved I've stayed the same But like a moth to a lamp that it thinks is a flame Which in turn it believes to be the sun I delude myself into thinking That each ensuing time will be the one So I go back and forth From south to north The cycle is never done And I'm worried sick So I'm up all night Until the morning finally comes I don't know what I want. I don't want anything I don't know who I am, but I know who I should be I know It isn't 5AM -- it's probably closer to three If this was even real, wouldn't I be hungry? Acceptance is a lonely place To waste part of your life And reluctance strummed on dull steel strings Is a 6-1-4-1-5 And recently the frequency with which I stay inside Has increasingly described the way in which I spend my time I can feel it coming back, I can feel it when I walk And I know in how I think, the way it colors all my thoughts I can feel it weigh me down I can feel it through my teeth I can see it in my future, so it doesn't let me sleep I don't know what I want I don't want anything But I'm tired of these songs where I promise not to be A self indulgent mess, a redundant tragedy But I keep on coming back to who I promise isn't me