T H E B E G I N N I N G
It's always blue skies,
glittering eyes,
red wine on our lips
when you say goodnight.
It's always new highs,
butterflies,
everything I think I need
to feel right inside.
T H E I N E V I T A B L E
It's always grey skies,
white lies,
red wine on the floor
when we're fighting
for hours 'til you say
you don't love me anymore
and the door closes behind you
and I beg the sun to rise
and it's always
always
always
you who says goodbye
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
T H E B E G I N N I N G
It's always blue skies,
glittering eyes,
red wine on our lips
when you say goodnight.
It's always new highs,
butterflies,
everything I think I need
to feel right inside.
T H E I N E V I T A B L E
It's always grey skies,
white lies,
red wine on the floor
when we're fighting
for hours 'til you say
you don't love me anymore
and the door closes behind you
and I beg the sun to rise
and it's always
always
always
you who says goodbye
