Bleachers - Don't Take The Money (Live At Radio City Music Hall) текст песни

Текст песни Don't Take The Money (Live At Radio City Music Hall) - Bleachers



Somebody broke me once
Love was a currency
A shimmering balance act
I think that I laughed at that
'Til I saw your face and hands
Colored in sun and then
I think I understand
Why understand?
Will we fight, stay up late?
In my dreams, I'm to blame
Different sides of the bed
Roll your eyes, shave my head
Now we're stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just say
("Baby, love me! You've got me, runaway!")
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back thе secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money
I slept on my own those nights
Was still in my parents' house
And I cut off my t-shirt sleeves
And claim a new continent
'Til I saw your face and hands
Covered in sun and then
I think I understand
Will I understand?
Will we fight, stay up late?
In my dreams, I'm to blame
Different sides of the bed
Roll your eyes, shake my head
Now we're stuck in the storm
We were born to ignore
And all I got is a chance to just say
("Baby, love me! You've got me, runaway!")
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money
("Baby, love me! You've got me, runaway!")
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money (yeah)
Don't take the money
When you're looking at yourself
Standing on the edge of yourself
Praying on the darkness
Just don't take the money
Dreaming of it easy
Waking up without weight now
And you're looking at the heartless
Just don't take the money
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money (one more)
Don't take the money
("Baby, love me! You've got me, runaway!")
You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it
I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets
Your hand forever's all I want
Don't take the money
Don't take the money
No, no, no, no, no, not the money
No, no, no, no, no, don't take the money
Just don't take the money
Just don't take the money



Авторы: Jack Antonoff, Ella Yelich O'connor


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