paroles de chanson Cold Favours - Kyla La Grange

It's three o'clock in the morning
And i wish you knew
How many hours i've wasted
Thinking of you
My heart beat like a bullet
And the second hand drags
There's a ghost on your pillow
And here's blame on my hands
God knows your sweet breath it warms my skin
God knows your fingertips they pull me in
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till i'm dead
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till i'm dead
Don't dig deep it kills your sleep
Till angels scatter at your feet
Don't turn and watch your shadow weep
It'll fall before you quick and neat
God knows your sweet breath it warms my skin
God knows your fingertips they pull me in
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till i'm dead
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till i'm dead
And these cold favours
Have words far braver than they can maintain
And my heart sits shapeless
And my arms are aimless
Without your body to embrace
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till I'm dead
I send my flare up
And it says call me
And it says hold me
Till I'm dead
Till I'm dead