paroles de chanson Baion - Beirut

It waits for no soul
It's too late in the cold
It rains
Listen now
Hang your tools and lay down

Oh, since you've gone
I don't know what's gone wrong
I wait in the bed
Near the stairs
In my head

And I, full of scorn
Laid you down on my thorns
I wish to be gone

I bite hard on my tongue