paroles de chanson Caving In - Jane Decker

Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in

Take me down to the love it baby
Want to search your soul
Want to find myself
Should have known better than to trust a stranger
Don't mess wth me, i'll mess you up

I know better than to fool myself
I know better than to ask for help
Because these walls are
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Cause i, i wanna find control.

Cleared the bones out of your closet
I dug the grave in your front yard.
My honey is sweet, and my hives not high.
But don't chase the bee or you'll get stung.

Because i know better than to fool myself
And i know better than to ask for help
Because these walls are
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Cause i, i wanna find control.

Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Caving in, caving in, caving in, caving in
Cause i, i wanna find control

Sticks and stones, hollar bones
Money and cars and fancy clothes
Sugar and spice, four or five night drives
West coast living cause i won't fit in.

Sticks and stones, hollar bones
Money and cars and fancy clothes
Sugar and spice, four or five night drives
West coast living cause i won't fit in.

Sticks and stones, hollar bones
Money and cars and fancy clothes
Sugar and spice, four or five night drives
West coast living cause i won't fit in.

Sticks and stones, hollar bones
Money and cars and fancy clothes
Sugar and spice, four or five night drives
West coast living cause i won't fit in.

Sticks and stones, hollar bones
Money, cars, fancy clothes
Sugar and spice, four or five night drives
West coast living,
I don't want to fit in.