Song | I Think I'm Bleeding |
Artist | Ally Kerr |
Album | Off The Radar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I circle round the night | |
I’m cursing all in sight | |
And my only hope is that I find my way back home | |
The rain it hits my back, I’m a wounded alley cat | |
And I’m governed by the way the cobbles feel | |
I think I’m bleeding, my heart’s conceding | |
Knows what it’s needing, falling down, down down | |
I think I’m bleeding, My heart’s conceding | |
Knows what it’s needing, falling down, down down | |
I could end up a bum | |
My currency the sun | |
As I stumble through abandoned circus fields | |
Just sinking underground | |
And burning bridges down | |
As the scorn of old flames ravage at my heels | |
I think I’m bleeding, my heart’s conceding | |
Knows what it’s needing, falling down, down down | |
It’s not about you, wouldn’t you know, wouldn’t you know | |
Will my words surround you | |
Can’t let them go | |
I can’t let it show |
I circle round the night | |
I' m cursing all in sight | |
And my only hope is that I find my way back home | |
The rain it hits my back, I' m a wounded alley cat | |
And I' m governed by the way the cobbles feel | |
I think I' m bleeding, my heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
I think I' m bleeding, My heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
I could end up a bum | |
My currency the sun | |
As I stumble through abandoned circus fields | |
Just sinking underground | |
And burning bridges down | |
As the scorn of old flames ravage at my heels | |
I think I' m bleeding, my heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
It' s not about you, wouldn' t you know, wouldn' t you know | |
Will my words surround you | |
Can' t let them go | |
I can' t let it show |
I circle round the night | |
I' m cursing all in sight | |
And my only hope is that I find my way back home | |
The rain it hits my back, I' m a wounded alley cat | |
And I' m governed by the way the cobbles feel | |
I think I' m bleeding, my heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
I think I' m bleeding, My heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
I could end up a bum | |
My currency the sun | |
As I stumble through abandoned circus fields | |
Just sinking underground | |
And burning bridges down | |
As the scorn of old flames ravage at my heels | |
I think I' m bleeding, my heart' s conceding | |
Knows what it' s needing, falling down, down down | |
It' s not about you, wouldn' t you know, wouldn' t you know | |
Will my words surround you | |
Can' t let them go | |
I can' t let it show |