Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Senses Fail
• Titre: Map The Streets
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
If I fall or trip back into love I'm gonna bring a ladder and gloves So I can climb right back out If there is ever even a shred of doubt I'm gonna bring a flashlight too and Leave a trail and stick to the plan You can get real lost down there if you're not sure Of the foreign territory There are times when the path gets blurry And the wrong turn feels right But who would want me anyway? I'm a lush with broken parts of paper mache I have nothing left to give I don't think I ever did There are times when I wish that someone Would help me find the person I was or give me A detailed map of the streets Spelling out the traffic pattern in beeps I am finding safety in lines They are painted so they can guide Empty tanks and broken wheels take me home Right now I find myself dangling On the edge trying not to fall in Back to where I came from But who would want me anyway? I'm a lush with broken parts of paper mache I have nothing left to give I don't think I ever did Because I dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me I should have had a plan cause now these ropes won't come free I do not have faith If I did then I would feel safe I would wait here for fate but it's conveniently late The bottom is a place that I know too well So who would want me anyway? I'm a lush with broken parts and I'll never change. And I have nothing left to give I don't think I ever did I wish that I could find the person that I was, I always thought that I'd be happy if I was loved, But I have nothing left to give. I don't think I ever did.