كلمات Tactics

Tried, tried to recall Memories of peaches, the sun on my neck And I guess without you I would attach myself too Without much discretion of who So I had to Move a great distance from you Cross a sea, keep you from me Move a great distance from you Cross a sea, keep you from me So say, say what you want Dose up on fiction, disfigure the truth While I walk, life beating on Aching for others, with love that stops short A love that has to Move a great distance from you Cross a sea, keep you from me Move a great distance from you Cross a sea, keep you from me