The busy don't have time for tears I'm so miserable without them It's almost like they are here I guess I picked the wrong week to start storming out My roof falls to the ground As seconds turn too blue for my blood I can see it on your face It's almost like I've displaced every single nerve Pinches to unearth, those rotten words Every thought just leads to you Like winding roads to beaches And every word I send your way You feed it to the leeches Why don't you just get it? Can't you get it? Call your bluff, I've had enough Don't give up I'm married to my work and there's no place For a hungry heart like yours And a temper I never quite tamed Like sugar our bonds once pure now have dissolved Every thought just leads to you Like winding roads to beaches And every word I send your way You feed it to the leeches Why don't you just get it? Can't you get it? Call your bluff, I've had enough Don't give up on All the picture frames we filled For you and I, I'll make the world stand still Every thought just leads to you Like winding roads to beaches And every word I send your way You feed it to the leeches Why don't you just get it? Can't you get it? Call your bluff, I've had enough Don't give up © WB MUSIC CORP.; JET LAG GEMINI MUSIC; FIRST TRACK MUSIC PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com