Текст песни Christmas In Toronto - Mariah the Scientist

The flight back to Atlanta is usually the best
But only when I don't have to leave you alone in this bed
I gather my things and lay a kiss on your forehead
Then I start to believe that my heart still beats in my chest

When I know that it doesn't, when you know I feel nothing
When everyone around except you wasn't judging
And what hurts me the most is that you couldn't be trusted
And the world will turn with men like you who won't do it justice, but

You made me see this world in
New colors, a new lens
And I'll fade back to black in the end
But when I'm alone tonight, baby, I won't have to pretend

We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face
Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace
And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste
Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace

But wouldn't it be nice if I could
Put my feelings aside?
Wouldn't it be nice
If I hadn't let you eat me alive?

And you can say that you don't miss me, but I won't listen
Because I always find myself reminiscing
You say that you don't want this, what do you want then?
'Cause we done been around the sun, and you and I still on the run

You made me see this world in
New colors, a new lens
And I'll fade back to black in the end
But when I'm alone tonight, baby, I won't have to pretend

We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face
Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace
And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste
Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace

Wouldn't it be nice if we could both
Share a piece? Then we'd be whole
Sometimes, these feet get cold
Could use a hand for me to hold

'Cause all I know is we're better together, thick or thin
And I'm sold, I'm down for whatever
Because if this world were mine, let our worlds combine
Then we could be leaders for boys and girls alike

And you made me see this world in
New colors, a new lens
And I'll fade back to black in the end
But when I'm alone, love

We spent Christmas in Toronto, woke to the most handsome face
Made memories no Audemar Piguet cannot replace
And it was sweet, but leaves the most bitter taste
Met your mother, she has the sweetest embrace