Losing Sleep - I Wrote off My Tape Deck | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Losing Sleep
• I Wrote off My Tape Deck

I settled again, another new address. A room full of boxes, just like I never left. The dust barely settled on these old souvenirs. Let's write our names in the door frames so they know we were here.

A copied cassette and a worn out sofa.
We’ll be laughing again before this is over.
It’s only a week before I’m leaving again.
In the back of this book I’ll keep a note of what you said.

If I listen to the words I used to write, they tell me that I always wanted this kind of life.
We take comfort in the confidence that gets us by.
Keep living like we’re running out of time.

I swear we’ll never rest, keep the tank topped up.
Walk the rest of the way if it isn’t enough.
The best thing about living in a small town,
It’s just a short walk over to your house.

When I start to feel patched up and coming apart you can always ease my mind with a postcard. Let the winter slowly fade, If you ever feel trapped I hope you get away.

If I listen to the words I used to write, they tell me that I always wanted this kind of life.
We take comfort in the confidence that gets us by.
Still living like it’s going out of style.

Every moment seems to pass twice as fast, from the worn out sofa where this started I hope it lasts.
Light a fire and bury our memories, somewhere between the tallest trees.
Celebrate our best days with me. I’ll meet you on Eden Street.

Losing Sleep еще тексты