i stood on your steps
and watched the blue
filter through your blinds
and i traced lines backwards
begging to before bottles spun us to bed
and bitter kisses beat us to sleep
and you can be sure
i'll be leaving
half as fast as i came
Leaning The Roomi stood on your steps and watched the blue filter through your blinds and i traced lines backwards begging to before bottles spun us to bed and bitter kisses beat us to sleep and you can be sure i'll be leaving half as fast as i came |