Ingrid Michaelson - Glass | Текст песни

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• Ingrid Michaelson
• Glass

Rolled around on kitchen floors
Tied my tongue in pretty bows with yours
And now we pass and just like glass
I see through you, you see through me like

I'm not there
You could make my head swerve
Used to know my every curve
And now we meet on a street,

And I am blind
I can not find the heart I gave to you
Sometimes what we think we really want we don't
Sometimes what we think we want we really don't

Sometimes what we think we love we don't.
And I am blind
I can not find the heart I gave to you
And when we meet on a street,

Then I am blind
I can not find the heart I gave to you