paroles de chanson Missing Fingers (XFM Ian Camfield) - Reuben

Rolling

Wear something red and sexy
So I will know it's you
It's been so long that I have
Forgotten what to do
Do I pick up the whole bill
Or split between the two?
And will you ever see my scars?

Tourette's is a disease
That makes you tell the truth
I have contracted it
In the last days of my youth

But what about those missing fingers
That they make less of men?
Crippled in a constant metal
Looked so cool on Sean Penn
And if I become a cripple
What use will I be then?
I couldn't even play guitar

Tourette's four-letter words
Like "life" and "love" and "lust"
And at the base of it
A thick layer of trust
Your wounded heart will heal
If you don't let it rust
So love, yeah, yeah

And a little later
All of my thoughts
Are lost in the crossfire
And I'm tied in knots

Yeah

I crossed my heart for you
But I got it all confused
What's a boy to do?
I find it hard
Must be hard for you
I said it's hard
Must be hard
Yes, it's hard
Must be hard

So much for that
Oh, so much for that
So much for that
So much for that
So, yeah
So, so

I'll let you go (I'll let you go)
I'll let you go (I'll let you go)
I'll let you go (I'll let you go)