Planets aligned, here comes the sign A guilded word, the holy kind There's rows and rows of Saturdays To come They cried a laugh, you cried alone They fleshed it out, your gone and grown Equipped with all you'd ever want To feel Nigh bricks nor mortar Can hold you in place Place your hands upon a hammer And nail away, see if she stays You're glued to the girl Glued to the girl Six or seven minutes Repeat then you're finished You're Glued to the girl Glued to the girl girl girl girl Embrace the day with your good deeds She tunes you out, you speak your peace With vacant stares and coffee stains On your shoes Placid and pain, soaking the stain We try so hard to cast away Pilgrimidge is set To sail All thrown together but to no avail No tax, tongue, or tape or fine-tuned detail See if you sail You're glued to the girl Glued to the girl Cried when you left All of us alone Glued to the girl Glued to the girl girl girl girl If you want to, I can show you All the things I learned and misused It's true that I don't love you no more I'm sure to lack and not be friends Planets align with baited breath The guilded kind within my chest There's rows and rows of mundane Junk to sort through Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com