Tytuł: The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

• Wykonawca: Matthew Good Band
• Wyświetleń: 243

I walk alone and I
  I ride alone and I
  I rock myself to sleep
  Baby, there ain't enough room in this world
  For people like you
  And horrors like me
  
  A time of darkness
  There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
  Disguised as a bee
  At night she would fly into the city
  Sting the cause
  And sting the cost
  And she would hover over me
  Whispering
  And so we sing
  We're surfacing
  We're surfacing
  
  I stand alone and I
  I fight alone and I
  Stay clean by feeling cheap
  And baby, there ain't enough room in this world
  For perfection's like you
  And monsters like me
  
  A time of darkness
  You will look absurd and you will feel inert
  And you will go looking to blame somebody
  You see I used to think that I'd get over everything
  But everything just got
  over me
  
  I'm some of it
  You're some of it
  We're some of it
  I'm certain of it
  
  I walk alone and I
  I ride alone and you know
  That's all right by me
  See baby cause
  here ain't enough room in this world
  For a great, great many things