Editors - Well worn hand

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Wake up my love
Today I heard some bad news
Just what are we all supposed to do?
I won t let them get to you

I don t want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before

Take my well worn hand
Let s lock ourselves away
We ll never, ever step outside
We ll curl up in a ball and hide

I don t want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before

I don t want to go out on my own anymore
I cant face the night like I used to before
I m so sorry for the things that they ve done
I m so sorry about what we ve all become

Inne utwory

  • The racing rats
  • Come share the view
  • Distance
  • You are fading
  • Colours
  • Release
  • Find yourself a safe place
  • Open your arms
  • Smokers outside the hospital doors
  • Munich
  • Head in bags
  • An end has a start
  • Spiders
  • Fingers in the factories
  • Someone says

    • Losowe utwory

    Eagles

    He was always there
    But nobody seemed to notice him

    Looking back
    Looking back
    Looking back

    And he never left his chair
    In fact, I think he burned it to the ground
    Cause they always had the floor
    Never placed themselves aside
    To let the man speak

    She never raised her head
    Because of the scar that ran down her...

    Am i missing

    Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma.
    Was it worth it when it was over?
    Proving yourself right, you d make the biggest noise.

    Well, I d love my hands behind my head,
    I d cover my heart and hit the deck,
    I d...

    Perfect person

    I don t udnerstand this, all pain pushed inside, all plastic frustration
    Why you cannot be you, I am walking hate, all this surrounds me
    I can t even try, I don t understand

    Why I hate me

    You do not see, I don...

    Ashes of the innocent

    Ashes of the innocent
    The end for you and me
    Darkened screams of agony
    Are begging set me free
    Mourning all your loved ones
    As their bodies turn to stone
    Violence hate and agony
    Are what we ve grown to know

    Hold me show me
    Bring me to my knees
    So as the fire burns
    And the tables...

    Basketball

    I m barefoot, bristling
    Solitude
    On my rooftop, solid
    So like this come of stars
    Staring at me
    Who s out there?
    I can see the girl
    Across the way
    She can t see me
    And I touch myself
    With...