I loved everything about you that hurts So let me see your moves, let me see your moves Lips pressed this close to mine, true blue But the prince of any failing empire knows that Everybody wants, everybody wants to drive on through the night If it's the drive back home Things aren't the same anymore Some nights it gets so bad You almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm Threw caution to the wind but I've got a lousy arm And I traced your shadows on the wall Now I kiss them whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down Figured, I'm not figuring myself out Things aren't the same anymore Some nights it gets so bad I almost pick up the phone To trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you Born under a bad sign You saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel Cross my heart and hope to die Splinter from the headboard in my eye Photo proof kisses I remember so well Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house in your shoes I know it's strange, it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you © SONY/ATV SONGS LLC; CHICAGO X SOFTCORE SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com