Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay Theres always one reason To feel not good enough And its hard at
Spring had barely come and i found myself alone With you went my dreams and everything i own I guess like flares and celtic tattoos I'm out of style i
There is a field, A field of wheat, We better sway Swaying gently in the sun. An? oooh, the sun is golden, Golden like your smile. Smile that is laughing
Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay Theres always one reason To feel not good enough And its hard
Spring had barely come and i found myself alone With you went my dreams and everything i own I guess like flares and celtic tattoos I'm out of style
