It seems predictable but I don't have a clue Of what she wants right now And talk is measured in the sip of every time And I want is time
This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind could be traded in with you
It seems predictable a lot of silence here And what I want is here The skies above are just reflections in your eyes They're out of touch and time
This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind could be traded in with you
Your telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke And showing us what is fixed It's complicated I don't want to bring you down
Telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke And showing us what is fixed
Compositores: Brendon Arthur James (PRS), Thomas William George Welham (PRS), William David South (PRS), Wilson Adam Michael (Adam Wilson) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #2232650 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM