paroles de chanson Old High New Kind - James Linck

When they called my name
I didn't know what to say
Except to stall and claim I didn't understand the question
And when they put me out
I didn't have any doubt
That there'd always be a man asking me questions

I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind
I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind
I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind

It ain't that far to go
It ain't that far to go

I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind
I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind
I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind
I'm pretty straight on that old high
I'm pretty down for some new kind

It ain't that far to go

Just like my notebook
Hearts paper thin and scratched out 'fore anyone saw
Unseen unheard
My best work
My best work
My best work
My best work
My best work
My best work