Fix Songtext
Songtext powered by LyricFind
Fix
Falling in love, like in a plastic bag
Suffocating lungs deprived of air
Have to back off, I have to take care
Not prone to romance, not Byron´s heir
Here is my heart-take it an explain
(how it works)
It has stopped my soul from love
Rumours of hollow shells
Whispers in my head
Dismal affairs, like infected scars
Unable to mend, unwilling to open up
Another afternoon in Waynes´s coffee shop
Not trying to love you, but trying to stop
too many times before (too many quirks)
Falling in love, like in a plastic bag
Suffocating lungs deprived of air
Have to back off, I have to take care
Not prone to romance, not Byron´s heir
Here is my heart-take it an explain
(how it works)
It has stopped my soul from love
Rumours of hollow shells
Whispers in my head
Dismal affairs, like infected scars
Unable to mend, unwilling to open up
Another afternoon in Waynes´s coffee shop
Not trying to love you, but trying to stop
Songtext powered by LyricFind