You get out of your pit tonight And dance with your girl If the show fits the foot tonight We'll cause quite a stir
And all of the suburbs Cling to the city She won't be a lover She won't get your pity
I would like to know one Yeah, I would like to know one You've been biting your tongue With no blood to draw the line You've been hanging your head to the ground To the ground
Well, she slept on the glass tonight And fell from your grip The room is all hers tonight And she could take a pic And all of the suburbs Cling to the city She won't be a lover She won't get your pity
I would like to know one Yeah, I would like to know one You've been biting your tongue With no blood to draw the line You've been hanging your head to the ground
You keep biting your tongue Waiting for the weekend sun You've been hanging around For far too long, for far too long
There's so much that go by my lifeless body I swear I lost a dozen lives to light If I don't get out of here I will crumble I swear my soul is in every passer by
You keep biting your tongue Waiting for the weekend sun You've been hanging around For far too long, for far too long
Compositor: Kieran Francis Shudall (Kieran Shudall) (PRS)Editor: Imagem CvECAD verificado obra #14318202 em 19/Abr/2024