Ian Barter, Sonjay Prabhakar and Sara Schiralli - Final Days | Текст песни

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• Ian Barter, Sonjay Prabhakar and Sara Schiralli
• Final Days

Like air you fly my hand.
Then you fly around in circles
above my head again.
Again and again, again
You choosing not to stare,
then you playing secret music
they won't get understand.

It’s a higher. Is it worth it?
It’s a pressing on my brain
and is a something, is it nothing
keeping my heart under the shade.

So I don’t want those final days,
I don’t want those final days.

You lying in a place
and you mixing up some grace,
so I don’t want those final days.

So you like to be alone,
when there is so much there to wonder
and you are unexpectedly, and you are funny, funny, funny.
'Cause you play, you start a game
and you bringing up your aces,
and your sweetness is untainted, and it’s lovely.

It’s a higher. Is it worth it?
It’s a pressing on my brain
and is a something, is it nothing
keeping my heart under the shade.

So I don’t want those final days,
I don’t want those final days.

You lying in a place
and you mixing up some grace,
so I don’t want those final days.

Like I fly you wanna to cover,
you wanna be right by my side.
Like stone with his color
there is no reason here to hide,
there is no reason here to hide,
there is no reason here to hide.

'Cause I don’t want those final days,
I don’t want those final days.

You lying in a place
and you mixing up some grace,
so I don’t want those final days.

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