Now It’s Done Songtext
von Straylight Run
Now It’s Done Songtext
Moving in slow like the smoke
From your cigarette
Every step closer′s a step
That we both will regret
Keeping a tally but who can keep track?
Your overreacting is taking me back
To a time better left alone
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it's done
Keep a tight grip like a child
Holding onto a swing set
Waiting and hoping to find what i can′t figure out yet
Please don′t, unless this is something you mean
Another nightmare instead of a dream
Better left alone
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it′s done
I never lost so much
I never lost so much
I never lost so much
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for better words; they'll never come
So dry your eyes
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn′t last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it′s done
From your cigarette
Every step closer′s a step
That we both will regret
Keeping a tally but who can keep track?
Your overreacting is taking me back
To a time better left alone
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it's done
Keep a tight grip like a child
Holding onto a swing set
Waiting and hoping to find what i can′t figure out yet
Please don′t, unless this is something you mean
Another nightmare instead of a dream
Better left alone
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it′s done
I never lost so much
I never lost so much
I never lost so much
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn't last
Waiting for better words; they'll never come
So dry your eyes
Holding on to the phone
Holding on to this glass
Holding on to the memory of what didn′t last
Waiting for betters words; they′ll never come
So dry your eyes, it's better now it′s done
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