paroles de chanson
These
memories
don't
really
serve
me
I
get
lost
trying
to
track
down
a
feeling
Thought
the
silence
meant
they
had
stopped
speaking
So
I
got
tired
of
all
the
waiting
I
recycled
revelation
I'm
sorry
to
say
it
But
I
thought
I'd
be
okay
this
way
But
don't
wanna
burn
with
secondhand
fire
Strike
the
match,
ignite
my
bones
Yesterday's
yes
won't
get
me
where
I
need
to
go
Need
a
fresh
wind
sweeping
through
the
temple
Need
a
fresh
oil
on
my
head
Can't
live
off
yesterday's
manna
I
need
that
daily
bread
Can
I
really
call
them
Ebenezers
Now
I
don't
call
You
when
I
need
You
Good's
remembering
what
You've
done
If
I
can't
trust
what
You
can
do
next
Made
and
I'd
a
lot
of
good
things
I
call
You
Jireh
but
I
trust
me
Won't
see
the
ram
hiding
in
the
thicket
If
I'm
not
listening
Don't
wanna
burn
with
secondhand
fire
Strike
the
match,
ignite
my
bones
Yesterday's
yes
won't
get
me
where
I
need
to
go
I
need
a
fresh
wind
sweeping
through
the
temple
Need
a
fresh
oil
on
my
head
Can't
live
off
yesterday's
manna
I
need
that
daily
bread
I
need
it,
that
daily
bread
Won't
copy
and
paste
it,
phone
it
and
fake
it
I
need
a
fresh
surrender
Thinking
I've
made
it,
calling
it
sacred
I
need
a
fresh
surrender
Copy
and
paste
it,
phone
it
and
fake
it
I
need
a
fresh
surrender
Thinking
I've
made
it,
calling
it
sacred
I
need
a
fresh
surrender
Don't
wanna
burn
with
secondhand
fire
Strike
the
match,
ignite
my
bones
Yesterday's
yes
won't
get
me
where
I
need
to
go
I
need
a
fresh
wind
sweeping
through
the
temple
Need
a
fresh
oil
on
my
head
Can't
live
off
yesterday's
manna
I
need
that
daily
bread
Oh,
I
need
it
I
need
that
daily
bread
I
need
that
daily
bread
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.