Writing's too slow Talking's too fast Lately real low Lies at last Oh dear, my dear Get in all your licks I'll string my words Something will stick
Sticky little words They heal and they hurt They never really work They feed the birds That's it, I guess They might make you laugh They might make you mad But they won't bring you back They won't bring you back
Oh dear, my dear There's so much to say If you plug your lil' ears I'll fade away Sorry's too slow To stop this crash And leave me alone Was just too fast
Sticky little words They heal and they hurt They never really work Thеy feed the birds That's it, that's that They might make you laugh Thеy might make you mad But they won't bring you back They won't bring you back
Compositores: Maya Ray Thurman Hawke (Maya Hawke) (BMI), William J Graefe (ASCAP)Editor: Dovegirl IncECAD verificado obra #35466863 em 21/Mai/2024