Ingrid Michaelson

Ingrid Michaelson - Empty Bottles lyrics

Your rating:
Look at yourself
Are you sad, are you sad?
Don't be afraid, it's not bad to be sad
Dust off your hands and reach into
Foreign lands of your mind
Don't be kind, 'cause we're all fools
Each others tools

When the cracks
On my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think it's time to repaint
It's time to repaint myself

Try not to peer
Through plastic eyes, through plastic eyes
Peel back the rind and you'll find
Something kind, you're still you, remember you
A rosy child, strong and wild
With ample lungs you
You breathe with ease
Floating on the breeze
Floating on the breeze

When the cracks
On my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think it's time to repaint
It's time to repaint my

When the cracks
On my bedroom ceiling
Give me this empty bottle feeling
I think it's time to repaint
It's time to repaint myself

Maybe blue or green or something in between
Maybe blue, maybe green, maybe something in between
Maybe blue or green, maybe something in between
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Appearing on: Slow The Rain (2005)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found