paroles de chanson Point of View - Acoustic - Beharie

Always been one of the few
Straining my way out to make a point of view
Easily caught by the wind
My lips have melted off my skin

What am I
What am I
Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky

My head rolling in the dirt
It's like a mountain of aged paperwork
Up so high touching the moon
I'd like to call you up
Won't happen soon

Hold the line
Hold the line
Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky

Oooh.
Hold the line
Hold the line
Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky