The Chills
John
Peter Bjorn
Текст песни
Your tongue is sharp,
But I miss the taste of it.
Your say time views,
There’s not enough of it.
The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to hide the key.
To hear you cast a spell is sweet,
Still have hours left to sleep.
Your fear is crowded,
And there is still,
No place for someone,
Like me to feel.
Dont know bout love,
But i know the lack of it.
Dont know bout love,
But im losin track of it.
The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to go to sleep.
I know that time your givin me know that kills
You’re givin me the chills
Your fear is crowded,
And there is still,
No place for someone like me to feel
The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to hide the key.
To hear you cast a spell is sweet,
Still have hours left to sleep.
The lesson sought it, cruel to keep,
To lock the door, to go to sleep.
I know that time your givin me know that kills
You’re givin me the chills
You’re givin me the chills
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