gabrielle aplin - let me in
he doesn’t make your knees weak.
he’s beautiful and bleak.
he has a porcelain face that cracks when he speaks.
i go to start a conversation but i, get no reply
instead you stare like a statue as i, break down and cry
your face is like an eagle, but your mind’s like a crow.
and boy, i know you have opinions, but you don’t let them show.
you’re a shelf of books, without the pages.
a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages.
locked up, locked up, locked up…
and if blood runs through your veins,
don’t you suppose it’s such a waste?
to be composed in such a way…
just let me in…
you write me letters in a pen with no ink
and you have your own eyes but you don’t dare blink.
you speak in words without a sentence,
you’re the ghost that haunts me without a presence.
without a presence, without a presence…
and if blood runs through your veins,
don’t you suppose it’s such a waste?
to be composed in such a way…
just let me in…
just let me in…
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- detonation - end of sight end of fears
- dementor - devilish obsession
- village people - san francisco
- desperados - hellbilly square
- deserters - a day as the moon
- dementra - prisoned belief
- dethlehem - no reward among legends
- destiny - sabotage
- deranged - alive swarming with flies
- george harrison - dark horse