Flight Songtext

Casualties Of Cool

von Casualties Of Cool

Flight Songtext
And so it goes
The window left open
I find myself drawn
To the evening

Oh, throw me out
I'm already leaving
Oh, float me down
To my reaping
Paint the streets red
With my decision
Feed the pidgeons
With my collision

I am beyond all this
I wash my hands of it
This is my request
Wish me the best

This is my request
Wish me the best

Now I fall
Now I call
I'm colder

How much I miss you
How bad I miss you
Drucken Songtext