Sunday Munich
Sunday Munich - In The Same Way songtekst
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His fingertips reach my frigid body As again he's much too late To find what he's reaching for Strokes me as he would a prize A desolate void behind his eyes The game between wanting less and asking for more Strikes a pinnacle here In my bed I believe I hate this conversation Where you pretend to listen And sometimes understanding me But most times missing the point