Horrorshow - Walk You Home (This Day) | Текст песни

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She said she don't believe in regrets - well I regret to inform her that I do. Rainfall on a tin roof, inside I sit and scribble a haiku on a napkin that came inside of our takeaway Thai food: it goes our time is always, our season is all year round, this is our secret, for as long as we can keep it; the deepest of secrets that nobody knows, the root of the root, the bud of the bud, so it goes.

And the lyrics of a thousand songs couldn't paint her picture. So beautiful, she had me from my first conversation with her. See nobody was ever as clever, and I still can't figure how they put her together.

Sitting in the room where we first got lost in one another, just tripping off the feeling of together we'd discovered. And I'm reminiscing on days past, escaping the pearl before taking that whole and making it two halves. But it was scary to be even this close to a perfect fit. Close your eyes, I promise this won't hurt a bit.

This is the kind of love that inspires the stuff I write my poems to, the kind of love you have to leave, just to come home to.

You play with fire and you get burned, for all the things that I have learned, and I would love to walk you home. If not the one then you're the first, for all the things that I have learned, and I would love to be the one to walk you home.

Now ain't it funny how the ones that you drag all the way through your hell, the same that who teach you how to touch heaven as well. And now it's out of order but we ought to know. You try to fit a square through a circle and its flaws will show. And it's gone now, you wouldn't even know it was there, but you'd get lost trying to navigate the moments we've shared, like when we held each other's hands and we said goodbye, tears streaming out our eyes like somebody had died.

Now it's the day after your birthday and it's pouring outside and I'm catching arrow tips with my fingers down the phone line. See she broke my heart on the river, the trump played last gets the job done quicker.

So I'm singing to my palindromic angel, held her too tightly, wings got broken and the love got strangled. I don't wanna hold you back girl, go fly, conquer yourself, all the corners of the sky.

But I hope that you are close by on the day that I leave this world with hands held we can close our eyes and let the second hand go by, 'cause I wouldn't wanna not say goodbye and let you know that you touched by life and, whether I like it or not, I think a part of me will never give up this fight, 'cause there's nothing like you and I, there's nothing like you and I.

But it's getting late in the game now, outcome's uncertain, these are things I needed to say before the curtain, so I wrote you this song that you deserve, to let you know you will always be my first and most wonderful love.

You play with fire and you get burned, for all the things that I have learned, and I would love to walk you home. If not the one then you're the first, for all the things that I have learned, and I would love to be the one to walk you home. And I would love to be the one to walk you home. And I would love to be the one to walk you home. Said I would love to be the one to walk you home. Said I would love to be the one to walk you home...