Matter Of Time Songtext

Franklin Delano

von Like A Smoking Gun In Front Of Me

Matter Of Time Songtext
Keeping his eyes shut
Feigning the sleep
Black's the best colour
To hide everything
Her eyes were stalling
On his dreamy man's figure
Trying to remember
But memory fails

Hard times for lovers
Your smiles are fake
Pain creeps through your eyes
No matter your say
She's going to catch it
And she'll run away
Reality sucks sometimes
There's nothing to say

Stolen shadows on a black ground
Slave of a vision, freed by a sound
It was just matter of time
It might be matter of time
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