Chokebore - Ghosts, And The Swing Of Things

Текст песни

I’ve been staying up nights talking to the floors like some people that I once
knew when I wasn’t quite so poor.
They let themselves be sad songs. They let themselves be sad songs.
I can’t stand the silence, I get off my head, she came to me to unwind and let
it out in bed.
She lives her live like sad songs… she lives her live like sad songs.
And so do I.
I’ve been staying up nights walking through floors, now I can see through her
eyes and I don’t speak no more.
They treat their lives like sad songs… they treat their lives like sad songs.
And so do I.