Текст (слова) песни: Over It - B-54

From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
I’m wondering if it’s not just youth…you know?
Old woes won’t waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throne’s got a view to everything.
You won’t win to bind a heart that’s found belief,
Hope doesn’t disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesn’t make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time won’t hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you can’t afford to miss the ratio.
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think I’d let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldn’t have to wage these wars, so let’s stop here.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Over It - B-54 From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains Of a junkyard sale I’m wondering if it’s not just youth…you know? Old woes won’t waste a conversation. If only you could see my narrow throne’s got a view to everything. You won’t win to bind a heart that’s found belief, Hope doesn’t disappoint it only dreams. So take your take your time, Gaze while the air streaks by the static, Doesn’t make much sense with your back to expectation. This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me. Regrets misplaced in time won’t hope to choke ambition now, And for all you know, friend you can’t afford to miss the ratio. These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids And these dedication songs, Just hold the meantime for something more. Through all this time did you really think I’d let you run my aspirations dry? Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light. Friends shouldn’t have to wage these wars, so let’s stop here. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни B-54: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/6250.html Все тексты песен: Over It » Over It - My Better Half » Over It - Cross Tolerance » Over It - Welcome To Virginia » Over It - Things You Never Knew... » Over It - 80`s Movie Antihero » Over It - Connect The Dots » Over It - Whitney » Over It - Tenth Grade (revised) » Over It - Wrong Way » Over It - Sitting On My Hands » Over It - Limiter » Over It - Chasing A Constellation » Over It - Fall » Over It - A Sight For Sore Eyes » Over It - Ninety-Six Brakelights » Over It - Serial Kisser » Over It - Nothing Serious » Over It - Crush » Over It - Blackball » Over It - Worry Bomb Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава, Исаак Шварц - Блиндажи той войны все травой заросли... » Бум - Подари » Борис Бурда - Разговор студента Саламанкского университета с его преподобным деканом » Блестящие - Туман » Борис Бурда - Хор нищих » Браво - Московский бит » Борис Аникин - Остаемся » Батырхан - Твои шаги » Башаков бэнд - Солнце под крылом. » Борис Вахнюк - Свобода » Борис Браславский - Утро » Борис Вайханский - Белая ночь » Борис Бондарев - В белой пене вся вишня тонкая... » Булат Окуджава - Жизнь охотника » Бригада С - Когда закончится последняя война » Борис Вахнюк - Так было, было... Значит, повторится... » Браво - Перо Жар-птицы » Бригадный подряд - То ли "Смена, то ли "Труд" » Б.Моисеев - Любимый человек » Борис Вайханский - Баллада о поэте, творящем в туалете
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