paroles de chanson Fortunes - Metric

Tell me in the morning that you love me, show me
Only if you got it bad enough, oh
She cracked, right on the dance floor
She cracked
But I won't

Tell me in the morning that you miss me, show me
Only if you got it bad enough, oh
It's for your own good, girl
You've been such a good girl
Such a good girl

Stay
To soften the blow
Hand over fist
To drink and to smoke
My blood from a stone
I do expect fortunes to fall
Hand over fist
To soften the blow
Blood from a stone

Seven in the morning
Do you miss me, baby?
Only if you got it bad enough, oh
It's four on the west coast, girl
They tell me it's a magical world
Oh, it's a sinister world

Oh, it's too late to leave
Too late to leave
Oh, it's too late to leave
Too late to leave
Oh, it's too late to leave
Too late to leave

Stay
To soften the blow
Hand over fist
To drink and to smoke
My blood from a stone
I do expect fortunes to fall
Hand over fist
To soften the blow
Blood from a stone