كلمات She Sells And Sand Sandwiches

I must have fell inside a trap of sorts You broke my weak facade it seems despite my bad intentions You won't believe, I'm just relieved You're still talking to me, walking to me Most times we let our hopes slip through I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool Those nights the heat just came off you Now every summer and every other I think in I think it's funny how some things can bring you back Somehow my memories they never served me well The way you looked at me, exposing my transparency And everything I have which is nothing without you Most times we let our hopes slip through I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool Those nights the heat just came off you Now every summer and every other I think in blue Most times we let our hopes slip through I can't recover the spell I'm under, a constant fool Those nights the heat just came off you Now every summer and every other I think Thinking in blue Thinking of you