paroles de chanson It's a Delicate Waltz - Matthew Ryan

Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna see your car
Don't wanna have to explain
Don't wanna fall apart

Maybe I was mad sometimes
Maybe I'm cursed my love
Maybe it was gonna be fine
Maybe my aim just sucks

But I'm a loser now
All my days are plows
The cuts, the bruises
The shorter fuses
I'm a loser now

We smoked our cigarettes
Outside the silver store
We moved like thunderheads
Across the floor

Under a glittering sky
I swear I meant no harm
I wish I could lean back in time
To my lover's arms

But I'm a loser now
All my days are plows
The cuts, the bruises
The shorter fuses
I'm a loser now

It's a delicate waltz