Look at our love, a thankless thing A broken old branch where crow goes to sing A charred garden, a place of no easy pardon It's dead in the eyes, it's downright rotten
But oh, baby, admittedly I could be somewhat curmudgeonly But nothing had changed, it stayed the same I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead Like something wounded
No more of those crippling piggybacks You'll have to keep up, you'll have to stay amongst the pack And if you want in, I'll meet you where crow goes to sing That's if you want in, what is it they're blessing?
But oh, baby, admittedly I could be somewhat curmudgeonly But nothing had changed, it stayed the same I came back and found you where you'd been left for dead Like something wounded
Compositores: Ben Little (PRS), Christopher Robert Talbot (PRS), Hayden Norman Thorpe (PRS), Thomas William Fleming (PRS)Editor: Domino Publishing Company Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #5947143 em 14/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM