Flora 歌词

You keep bleeding through the fresher paint Foggy like the halo on a saint You can't be in my dreams anymore You can't walk right in through the front door Of course you'd find me, where else would I be? Thought you'd find your way back eventually Standing, sipping coffee by the sink Give yourself confusion, time to think You keep bleeding through the fresher paint Lost, well, I can tell you where you ain't You can't be in my dreams anymore You can't walk right in through the front door