paroles de chanson Hurting - Ben Sollee

Someone's taken the boy from your face

Traded your eyes for those that have seen
The shade of your innocence consumed in heat
You put your hands in your pockets
Buried as deep as they will go
You're gonna find a reason
You won't be at the show
I can see the patterns
I can feel the repetition
...you're hurting
Something's perched there on the steeple
You let your eyes follow it away
Kick the rocks down the road
There's no use to pray
'Cause some days you won't remember
But most days you can't forget
How they pulled you from the water
Separated from the rest
"Who makes these rules? Who's keeping tab?"
You're looking for answers
Where there's none to be had
I can see the patterns
I can feel the repetition
...you're hurting, you're hurting
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright
Someone's taken the boy from your face
Traded your eyes for those that have seen