Ryan Adams - Friendly Fire | Текст песни

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• Ryan Adams
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Well I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you
It seems like silence is what I was after
The skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold
That's just the nighttime putting on the pressure
And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog
Held the hand of darkness in the mire
Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you
Still wounded from your guns
Pretending it was only friendly fire

These clothes have gone from second hand to something I can wear
Or maybe use and try to douse the blood
And everything I thought that I could ever say to you
Got all fucked up and well, just misunderstood
And I sailed a beaten ship without a sail through the fog
And held the hand of darkness in the mire
Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you
Still wounded from your guns
Pretending it was only friendly fire
Friendly fire

So I've been sitting here so long thinking what I'd say to you
It seems like silence is what I was after
Skies in West L.A., they turn from amber into gold
That's just the daytime putting on the pressure
And I sailed a beaten ship without a camera through the fog
Held the hand of darkness in the mire
Kissed it's perfect lips only pretending it was you
Still wounded from your guns
Pretending it was only friendly fire
Friendly fire