Good Grief
Zenei stílus: Pop/Rock
Kiadás éve: 2016
So, what would you
little maniacs like to do first?
Watching through my fingers,
Watching through my fingers,
watching through my fingers
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other,
Shut my eyes and count to ten
It goes in one ear out the other,
one ear out the other
Burning bright right till the end
Now you’ll be missing
Burning bright right till the end
Now you’ll be missing
from the photographs,
missing from the photographs
Watching through my fingers,
Watching through my fingers,
watching through my fingers
In my thoughts you’re far away
And you are whistling a melody,
In my thoughts you’re far away
And you are whistling a melody,
whistling a melody
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily,
Crystallizing clear as day
Oh I can picture you so easily,
picture you so easily
What’s gonna be left of the world
What’s gonna be left of the world
if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,
What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,
watching through my fingers
Caught off guard
Caught off guard
by your favourite song
Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral,
Oh I’ll be dancing at a funeral,
dancing at a funeral
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame
Sleeping in the clothes you love
It’s such a shame
we had to see them burn,
shame we had to see them burn
What’s gonna be left of the world
What’s gonna be left of the world
if you’re not in it?
What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
If you want to be a party animal,
What’s gonna be left of the world, oh
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
If you want to be a party animal,
you have to learn to live in the jungle
Now stop worrying and go get dressed
You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool
Put me in my place,
Now stop worrying and go get dressed
You might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my senses
And you might have to excuse me
I’ve lost control of all my words
So get drunk, call me a fool
Put me in my place,
put me in my place
Pick me up, up off the floor
Put me in my place,
Pick me up, up off the floor
Put me in my place,
put me in my place
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,
Every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Every stumble and each misfire
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Watching through my fingers,
watching through my fingers
Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
Cause every minute and every hour
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more
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