i thought you and i had it...magic
i thought wrong.
you can't change my opinion with the way you sing your song
green eyes, take me down
drowning in blue skies...
he didn't tell me it was going to feel like that
stole my heart, never gave it back.
the weary drum comes
through the floor
my eyes are focused on this door
cold lights, city nights
i don't want to think of you. what do i do?
you speak of the world
all these boys and girls
the paths they chase, decisions they make
be the one to prove me wrong
come back again and
sing your song
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 10:15 PM UTC
i thought you and i had it...magic
i thought wrong.
you can't change my opinion with the way you sing your song
green eyes, take me down
drowning in blue skies...
he didn't tell me it was going to feel like that
stole my heart, never gave it back.
the weary drum comes
through the floor
my eyes are focused on this door
cold lights, city nights
i don't want to think of you. what do i do?
you speak of the world
all these boys and girls
the paths they chase, decisions they make
be the one to prove me wrong
come back again and
sing your song