paroles de chanson poor me - Jonah Yano

The fire is led by the embers
Up wind, up wind
Scolded by November
Porous is my frail skin
Stone ground coriander
Reminds me you're the only thing I'll ever need

Until the day comes

Poor me, poor you
An arson, an umbrella
Poor me, poor you
You're the person I owe everything to

The oak is swung by the wind
Is above the debris
The low rise and the sea
A slow tide to the knee
A coal fire and a seat
I'm homebound but I'm weak
I'm so loud but I'm weak
I'm so loud but I'm weak

Poor me, poor you
An arson, an umbrella
Poor me, poor you
You're the person I owe everything to