Your Right Side Songtext
von Jinnwoo
Your Right Side Songtext
Last night I re-met him
Who makes me sing to him
W looks at R with so much love
I look to God above
I sit at your right side
You tell the room what′s on my mind
Let the sad thing be
He sits with me
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
We played with each other's bodies
In the heat when I was less rolly-tempered
I was more fun when I knew you
I was funnier too
The last time I saw you
You′d got nobody to save you
You still had that face
That face
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
Where did your comfort go?
I used to feel it in my throat
And when you held my arm
I know you did it to keep me from
Where did your comfort go?
I used to feel it in my throat
And when you held my arm
I know you did it to keep me from harm
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
Who makes me sing to him
W looks at R with so much love
I look to God above
I sit at your right side
You tell the room what′s on my mind
Let the sad thing be
He sits with me
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
We played with each other's bodies
In the heat when I was less rolly-tempered
I was more fun when I knew you
I was funnier too
The last time I saw you
You′d got nobody to save you
You still had that face
That face
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
Where did your comfort go?
I used to feel it in my throat
And when you held my arm
I know you did it to keep me from
Where did your comfort go?
I used to feel it in my throat
And when you held my arm
I know you did it to keep me from harm
Everyone put their coins in the coffin
And London roads started bleeding
And I could never tell who was lying
And you call these the good old days
You call these the good old days
I learnt to lie in your right side
Writer(s): Tom Pryor, Benjamin David Webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

