I want something That's purer than the water Like we were
It's not there now Ineloquence and anger Are all we have
Like Saturn's rings An icy loop around me Too hard to hold
Lash out first At all the things we don't like Or understand
And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get get my point They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about
The answer phone The lonely sound of your voice Frozen in time
I only need The compass that you gave me To guide me on
And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed
Are you beginning to get get my point They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about
It's so thrilling but also wrong Don't have to prove that you are so strong Cos I can carry you on my back After our enemies attack
I tried to tell you before I left But I was screaming under my breath You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
We need to feel breathless with love And not collapse under its weight I'm gasping for the air to fill My lungs with everything I've lost
We need to feel breathless with love And not collapse under its weight I'm gasping for the air to fill My lungs with everything I've lost
Compositores: Gary John Lightbody (PRS), Jonathan Graham Quinn (PRS), Nathan Connolly (Snow Patrol) (PRS), Paul Wilson (Snow Patrol) (PRS), Tom Simpson (Snow Patrol) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Bl Limited (PRS)Publicado em 2006ECAD verificado obra #2823401 e fonograma #2086802 em 25/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM