×
Corrigir

Silver Sieve

Snowmine

Soldered joints
Weak at the knees
Topple my tree with the slightest breeze

They need just about all I can't give
After panning me through their silver sieve

I don't pray much but I know when I'm alive
I can't keep traditions 'cause I keep them all inside
You know just about all that I know
When it comes to sorting out which way that I should go
'Cause 1

Shake shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll

My nights are long as my days grow short
Your bridge is strong that needs no support
You know just how old I am supposed to be
But I pay for living, and dreaming comes for free

Now don't think that I live for myself
Oh how I long to see the rain grace your gossamer skin
A test, hands off
Dress soaked and sheer
We're remembering our better years

Shake shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll

Let's remember our better years
Let's define ourselves outside of the lines.

Shake shake
The wind blowing
A storm still waiting back behind
It's always over me
Taking its toll

Composição: Snowmine





Mais tocadas

Ouvir Snowmine Ouvir