Ray LaMontagne - Empty (OST Учитель на замену) | Текст песни

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• Empty (OST Учитель на замену)

She lifts her skirt up to her knees.
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughin'.
I've never learned to count my blessings,
I choose, instead, to dwell in my disasters.

I walk on down the hill.
Through grass grown tall and brown,
and still it's hard, somehow, to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back,
of that old and rusted Cadillac,
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.

Will I always feel this way.
So empty, so estranged.

Of these cut-throat busted sunsets.
These cold and damp white mornings, I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips,
I spoke these words out loud, would no one hear me?

Lay your blouse across the chair.
Let fall the flowers from your hair,
Find more similar lyrics on and kiss me with that country mouth so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves.
To me it sounds like they're applauding us, the quiet love we've made.

Will I always feel this way.
So empty, so estranged.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes.
Laid bare my chest, said, "Do your best t' destroy me".
Y' see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kinda bore me.

There's a lot a' things that can kill a man.
There's a lot a' ways to die.
Yes and some already dead and walk beside me.
There's a lot a' things I don't understand.
Why so many people lie.
It's the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me.

Will I always feel this way.
So empty, so estranged.

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