Song | Mexico |
Artist | Brandtson |
Album | Send Us a Signal |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Records on the floor. | |
I'm giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it’s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
I don’t live here anymore. | |
Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
God that we broke it off that night. | |
Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
I'm fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
The post cards in the drawer | |
The pictures on the wall. | |
The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
It’s like a heart beat | |
It’s like a heart break beat and it’s beating out of me. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
I don.t live here anymore. | |
So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
I moved down to | |
Mexico. |
Records on the floor. | |
I' m giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it' s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
I don' t live here anymore. | |
Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
God that we broke it off that night. | |
Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
I' m fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
The post cards in the drawer | |
The pictures on the wall. | |
The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
It' s like a heart beat | |
It' s like a heart break beat and it' s beating out of me. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
I don. t live here anymore. | |
So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
I moved down to | |
Mexico. |
Records on the floor. | |
I' m giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it' s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
I don' t live here anymore. | |
Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
God that we broke it off that night. | |
Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
I' m fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
The post cards in the drawer | |
The pictures on the wall. | |
The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
It' s like a heart beat | |
It' s like a heart break beat and it' s beating out of me. | |
So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
I don. t live here anymore. | |
So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
I moved down to | |
Mexico. |