paroles de chanson Chariot - Soren Bryce

Baby's on a chariot back home
Crossing cities, crossing countries, skipping stones
And he writes me, and he calls me, got a pretty little way with words
And he fights me, as he lights me, up another one of his favorite birds

But ah- he doesn't need me anymore.
But ah- he doesn't need me anymore.

Baby rides the blue moon back home
Cigarette hanging from his mouth as he counts stars
And he writes me, and he calls me, such a pretty little way with words
And he kills me, as he smiles and flips another one of his favorite birds

But ah- I don't need ya anymore
But ah- I don't need him anymore

Ah ah I don't need him anymore

Woah, woah, woah, woah