Waxahatchee
Waxahatchee - Singer's No Star songtekst
Je score:
Mostly all the time will go to you Coming up for air for all the people who Recognize the sadness in a stranger with less to lose Shoop-eh-doop... We get comfortable with our detachment to our oldest friends And you got me here where I'm left alone I'm not the only thing you ever left If I were to spoil a victory Or accept all of your trust and praise in spite of me Will you recognize the failure in my voice before I leave? Shoop-eh-doop... We sit on a crowded ship It's not the ending, that's the tragic part If you'd get off my shoulders and sit beside me we would both be fine