That's Upon Songtext
von Corn Flakes
That's Upon Songtext
Now you know that I′m not you
That's the way I need you
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
Just a skipping missing you
That will all you love again
That's a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we're bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you′re home
Not the same we used to be
Find the other piece to be a bore
An early surrender
Now you know that I′m not you
That's the way I need you
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we're bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you′re home
Try to stand this way
You'll have times to remember
The second season′s here
It's hard to leave this way
All depends in the dead man's hands
I′m counting you today
Not the same we used to be
We stay still together
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
The soulless box of cold beliefs
And that's a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we′re bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you're home
Try to stand this way
You′ll have times to remember
The second season's here
It′s hard to leave this way
All depends in the dead man's hands
I'm counting you today
That's the way I need you
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
Just a skipping missing you
That will all you love again
That's a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we're bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you′re home
Not the same we used to be
Find the other piece to be a bore
An early surrender
Now you know that I′m not you
That's the way I need you
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we're bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you′re home
Try to stand this way
You'll have times to remember
The second season′s here
It's hard to leave this way
All depends in the dead man's hands
I′m counting you today
Not the same we used to be
We stay still together
And that′s a bore
An early surrender
The soulless box of cold beliefs
And that's a bore
An early surrender
Thinking, wanting, silence
Spinning along, we′re bored
Hoping, wanting, staring
Standing in front, you're home
Try to stand this way
You′ll have times to remember
The second season's here
It′s hard to leave this way
All depends in the dead man's hands
I'm counting you today
Writer(s): More Pujol Salvador, Ramon Cubedo Fort, Abel Gonzalez Valls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

