Contactez-nous

• Artiste: My Glorious Mess
• Titre: Finer Things
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.
Oh what a mess, a crying excuse Jealous endeavors will turn you inside out again If I was a storm, you were the shore Calling me in but the sea devours hungry men Fill in the holes, like sand in a shell Fortresses armies of envy cannot break apart Now baby don't cry, please don't cry Your why, why, whys are tearing at my heart Then like a wave of hope You wash over me Fevers broke Climb out and see If we can outrun the sun And come back around We're homeward bound woah, woah Maybe the finer things Are already found Haunted by a vacant garage Faded shoebox relics and the summers last Spiraling back the wind in your hair I watched it like a movie flying past Then like a wave of hope You wash over me Fevers broke Climb out and see If we can outrun the sun And come back around We're homeward bound woah, woah Maybe the finer things Are already found Open eyes Are gazing up at the stars Outside your backyard If we can outrun the sun And come back around We're homeward bound woah, woah Maybe the finer things Are already found