paroles de chanson The Old Lord - Biv

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me so much, like
Cuts from the old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes

I can back up everything I said
I should put it all back with the rest
And it ain't fun when it's clawing at my bed
There's no lungs when it starts and it ends
I'm the worst one to talk for the dead
And it's in love with the space in my head
And it's the face that they're burning in again
They never tell me what's buried in the red

Wake up, they don't need much
I don't fall, but it felt so
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up
But if I wanna talk, then I'll act up

Paint the soft tone when I climb
Find my way out if I try
Get me out lord, Mama hide
Innocent gone, I'll be fine

Day in and day out, why
Didn't it find out, lies
Treated me such, like
Cuts from old lord, I
Bled till they sober, time
Putting the fallen, high
Wandering closed in, side
Been in it's stolen, eyes