The Virginmarys - Passing Place (Acoustic) | Текст песни

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• The Virginmarys
• Passing Place (Acoustic)

The morning scratches at the door,
The tears crash land and splash the floor,
The sun gives in and sky begins to pour.

Life is slipping through my hands,
I start to question future plans,
Sometimes I wonder what I'm living for.

The night-fall dreaming of the past,
Of your scars and photographs,
Grows through my nose I smell you.
And your setting my heart alive,
Where we never say goodbye,
And I've so much to tell you.

Stripped down to necessity,
I feel the silence cover me,
With my eventuality unknown.

I drop out from the race,
God knows I'm too tired to chase,
I rest here in this passing place alone.

The night-fall dreaming of the past,
Of your scars and photographs,
Grows through my nose I smell you.
And your setting my heart alive,
Where we never say goodbye,
And I've so much to tell you.

Your coming with me everywhere I go,
I see your face in every place I know.
Oooooooohh.
Yeeahhhhhhh.

The night-fall dreamings of the past,
Of your scars and photographs,
Grows through my nose I smell you.
And your setting my heart alive,
Where we never say goodbye,
And I've so much to tell you.

Your coming with me everywhere I go,
I see your face in every place I know.

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