Same Mistake Songtext
von Three Mile Pilot
Same Mistake Songtext
Don′t make the same mistake
It will hold you under 'till the air is gone
It will test you in your weakest times
It only takes the softest touch and you′re gone
This cold weather is chilling my bones
This type of living is killing my soul
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
What did I do, what did I say to make this so hard to face
To make you want to burn this to the ground
Sell my soul to the highest bidder
Run up the ladder, raise up the gate
What did I get, what did I give to have something I can't defend
To have anything to rebuild
Don't make the same mistake I did
Don′t make the same mistake I did
It will hold you under ′till the air is gone
It will test you in your weakest times
It only takes the softest touch and you're gone
This cold weather is chilling my bones
This type of living is killing my soul
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
What did I do, what did I say to make this so hard to face
To make you want to burn this to the ground
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
Sell my soul to the highest bidder
Run up the ladder, raise up the gate
What did I get, what did I give to have something I can′t defend
To have anything to rebuild
This cold weather is chilling my bones (chilling my bones)
This type of living is killing my soul (killing my soul)
killing my soul
killing my soul
It will hold you under 'till the air is gone
It will test you in your weakest times
It only takes the softest touch and you′re gone
This cold weather is chilling my bones
This type of living is killing my soul
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
What did I do, what did I say to make this so hard to face
To make you want to burn this to the ground
Sell my soul to the highest bidder
Run up the ladder, raise up the gate
What did I get, what did I give to have something I can't defend
To have anything to rebuild
Don't make the same mistake I did
Don′t make the same mistake I did
It will hold you under ′till the air is gone
It will test you in your weakest times
It only takes the softest touch and you're gone
This cold weather is chilling my bones
This type of living is killing my soul
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
What did I do, what did I say to make this so hard to face
To make you want to burn this to the ground
Cut me open and leave me exposed
And now I just feel so cold
Sell my soul to the highest bidder
Run up the ladder, raise up the gate
What did I get, what did I give to have something I can′t defend
To have anything to rebuild
This cold weather is chilling my bones (chilling my bones)
This type of living is killing my soul (killing my soul)
killing my soul
killing my soul
Writer(s): Dave Kirby, Wade Kirby, Butch Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com