There?s no beginning on the ends, You packed your things and left my house Since ive been sleeping on a couch This time we?ll drag you down; You hit the ground the word resounding Found by all the reckless shit you fed me, still I butt in
And all of your colours still light my dreams And all of your secrets still haunt me And all of our stories the webs unwound This time I draw the line, this then will define us all
There?s no beginning on the ends, You packed your things and left If you think it for the best, You?re always right it?s for the best You painted pictures beautiful blind rose tinted pictures of houses by the ocean Of houses by the ocean
And all of your colours still light my dreams And all of your secrets still haunt me And all of our stories the pages torn This time I draw the line, this then will define us I draw the line; this then will define us, all
This time I draw the line, this then will define us I draw the line, this then will define us
And all of your colours still light my dreams And all of your secrets still haunt me And all of our stories the pages torn This time I draw the line, this then will define us I draw the line, this then will define us
Compositor: Liam Thomas Pickering (Liam Frost) ECAD: Obra #1857983