Текст песни Fold - Nicolina

I taste your whiskey on her mouth
Red leather lipstick on the voice
Bet you wonder where I′m at in the evening
If you you could see what I'm seeing
We fucked this up without a doubt

′Cause there's not enough pages
Inside of this book
There's not enough whiskey
To heal what we broke
There′s not enough language
To speak the untold
And the cards that we were dealt
Begin to fold

Fold
(Begin to fold)
Fold
(Begin to fold)
Ooohh
And the cards that we were dealt
Begin to fold

I′ve written more than I can count
You now moved on with someone else
Hope you're dealing with your demons
And your happy without reason
I hope to find that for myself

′Cause there's not enough pages
Inside of this book
There′s not enough whiskey
To heal what we broke
There's not enough language
To speak the untold
And the cards that we were dealt
Begin to fold

Fold
(Begin to fold)
Fold
(Begin to fold)
Ooohh
And the cards that we were dealt
Begin to fold

Fold
(Begin to fold)
Fold
(Begin to fold)
Ooohh
And the cards that we were dealt
Begin to fold