Текст песни Old Habits - Lyn Bowtell

I can feel your salty skin pressed against my cheek
I know you're bad for me
I know you're a thief
Still I can't control the urge to fall at your feet
Gravity pulling down on me
Old habits die hard

Fists against the wall, broken glass, debris
I remember all the pain that shattered me
There's nothing worse than a beaten down old soul
Still I cry in vain and lose all control

Old habits die hard, old habits die hard

Standing over your grave, I gently lay a wreath
All these things forgotten, all these things bereaved
I hold a vigil for the memories deceased
And every now and then, revisit them

I can feel the warmth pressed against my lips
The sweet caress of alcohol at my fingertips
I can turn to you when the days regret
Has taken me over and I will not let

Old habits die
Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Old habits die
Old habits, old habits
Old habits die hard, hard
Hard