Eight Ball 歌詞
Eight Ball - Lotte Kestner
I want your silhouette
I want you to walk beside me
Are the cars somewhere
Find that white tree
My hand on your heart
To hold it in place
If I don't get to want you
Can I still love your face
Can I keep trying to fill
The sad wells of your eyes
And should I tell you
That no one has slept on your side
But sometimes the bed
Is covered in knives
Ooooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooooh
And when I miss
Your strange beauty
And I hate my arms
For not pulling you to me
Be able I should
Your told me to tell you
Tell you
Ooooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooooh
Ooooooooooooooh
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