9am Songtext
von Night Hawk

Your love is just messed up
I tell you it′s ok
You never say sorry
But that's how your heart plays

We′re love with no makeup
Its nine in the morning
Cartoons on the TV
And outside it's pouring

You tell me to shut up
When you're talking too loud
I clean up the kitchen
I fade into the crowd

Too young to know
Too old for regrets
Your hands grow cold
Too young to know
Too old for regrets
Your hands grow cold


You′re a gun with no safety
You′re a sugarless toothache
You make me feel boring
I'm made for a heartbreak

We′re nyquil and coffee
We're fighting for our lives
You laugh at my drawings
I′ll give you bad advice

I get so self-conscious
When you take my clothes off
You don't say I′m pretty
You tell me my skin's soft

Too young to know
Too old for regrets
Your hands grow cold
Too young to know
Too old for regrets
Your hands grow cold

Let's go to bed
Let′s give it till tomorrow
It′s all in your head
Or it's too tough to swallow


Let′s go to bed
Let's give it till tomorrow
It′s all in your head
Or it's too tough to swallow

Let′s go to bed
Let's give it till tomorrow
It's all in your head
Or it′s too tough to swallow

Let′s go to bed
Let's give it till tomorrow
It′s all in your head
Let's give it till tomorrow