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Call you in the morning crying on the phone,
glad to hear your voice but your voice has turned ice cold.
Leaving loads of messages, leaving you notes on your locked up door and your shut off phone.
It was that very moment that I made up my mind;
there's no longer no use for me to try.
The worst case scenario is what we've been going through.
Worse than anything I can relate to.
I've never moved on, I've always been stuck,
left so much behind without building it up.
So long since I wished to get up in the morning,
so long since anything but singing had a meaning.
The worst case scenario is what we've been going through.
I can't control my hope, I can't control my dreams.
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't do anything.
glad to hear your voice but your voice has turned ice cold.
Leaving loads of messages, leaving you notes on your locked up door and your shut off phone.
It was that very moment that I made up my mind;
there's no longer no use for me to try.
The worst case scenario is what we've been going through.
Worse than anything I can relate to.
I've never moved on, I've always been stuck,
left so much behind without building it up.
So long since I wished to get up in the morning,
so long since anything but singing had a meaning.
The worst case scenario is what we've been going through.
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't do anything.
Annons