Don't you, think it's strange How we speak to ourselves When everything is falling to pieces? Like molten lead to water We fall apart and fragment Always tearing ourselves in two And hiding from regret
Always tonight and never last night, baby You know it's all we have to get us through So fucking sure that this will never end New friends, new days, new nights We'll make it through
On my own I learnt to feel it, and together We learnt to kill it
It's strange, how these thoughts And how they come together And I want to kill it And let it forever die These things I need to grieve and then I grieve And then start learning as tomorrow slips on by
Always tonight and never last night, baby You know it's all we have to get us through So fucking sure that this will never end New friends, new days, new nights We'll make it through
On my own I learnt to feel it, and together we learnt to kill it
Compositores: Ahren Charles Stringer (APRA), Christopher Timothy Burt (APRA), Joel Fletcher C Birch (APRA), Trad M Nathan (APRA), Troels Thomasen, Troy Jon-colin Brady (APRA)Editores: Boomtown Music Group, Mana Music Publishing Pty Ltd (APRA)ECAD verificado obra #20692233 em 08/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM