paroles de chanson Translations - Dan Merritt

The skies were ashen and sober
It was night in lonesome October
Parce que je t'attendais
Because I was waiting for you

Salt seller
Surrounded by quiet
Girls
Just wearing smiles

But my favorite missin'
My favorite won't text me anymore

Because I was tense
Because you really hurt me
Because I was reaching out to you
Because I held you