Текст песни Eight Ball - Lotte Kestner

I want your silhouette
I want you to walk beside me
Are the cars somewhere
Find that white tree
My hand on your heart
To hold it in place
If i don't get to want you
Can i still love your face
Can i keep trying to fill-
The sad wells of your eyes
And should i tell you-
That no one has slept on your side
But sometimes the bed-
Is covered in knives
And when i miss-
Your strange beauty
And i hate my arms-
For not pulling you to me
Be able i should
Your told me to tell you
Tell you-