Rayvon Owen

Air

Rayvon Owen

Cycles EP


I don't know why we ever had
The memory of our love it's like a ghost inside my head
We're just strangers in a bed
The love we built together
It's ranging by a thread

We let the lights run out
We've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock it's counting down
That's nothing that we can do

Let's call this love what it is
Some broken glass
An empty seats
There's nothing left that it fits
We've tried and tried

It's like holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Somethin that's not even there
(There, there)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)

We keep trying erase the day
Waiting for a future that we know we'll never have
We're just a fading silhouette
Cause know you're just holding on
It's time to face the end

We let the lights run out
We've got nothing left to talk about
We know the clock it's counting down
That's nothing that we can do

Let's call this love what it is
Some broken glass
An empty seats
There's nothing left that it fits
We've tried and tried

It's like holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Somethin that's not even there
(There, there)
Like holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)

Torn hearts, leave no lie
We bleed out, and don't try
It seems that we both cry
We don't have to hide

Let's call this love what it is
We're holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)
Somethin that's not even there
(There, there)
Holding on to the air
(Air, air, air)

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

Compartilhe
esta música

Ouça estações relacionadas a Rayvon Owen no Vagalume.FM

Mais tocadas de Rayvon Owen

ESTAÇÕES