Song | No Words Now |
Artist | Pieta Brown |
Album | Mercury |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
No wordsNo words now | |
There’s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Something started | |
It was long ago | |
SomewhereI will never know | |
There are so many things | |
I can’t put my finger on | |
Like the faded pulse | |
Of an ancient dawn& a wandering sky | |
Giving way to dust | |
Over fields of plastic | |
With no chance of rust | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There’s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Here in the dark | |
A magnetic stream& the aftermath | |
With a wicked sheen | |
There’s sun in the country | |
There’s blood on the cement | |
I can sing my songs | |
But I cant pay my rent | |
But on a night like this | |
Time holding still | |
I can still close my eyes& listen to those hills | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There’s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind& | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Oh you…You serenaded my mind& | |
I never was the easy kind |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Something started | |
It was long ago | |
SomewhereI will never know | |
There are so many things | |
I can' t put my finger on | |
Like the faded pulse | |
Of an ancient dawn a wandering sky | |
Giving way to dust | |
Over fields of plastic | |
With no chance of rust | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Here in the dark | |
A magnetic stream the aftermath | |
With a wicked sheen | |
There' s sun in the country | |
There' s blood on the cement | |
I can sing my songs | |
But I cant pay my rent | |
But on a night like this | |
Time holding still | |
I can still close my eyes listen to those hills | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Oh you You serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Something started | |
It was long ago | |
SomewhereI will never know | |
There are so many things | |
I can' t put my finger on | |
Like the faded pulse | |
Of an ancient dawn a wandering sky | |
Giving way to dust | |
Over fields of plastic | |
With no chance of rust | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Here in the dark | |
A magnetic stream the aftermath | |
With a wicked sheen | |
There' s sun in the country | |
There' s blood on the cement | |
I can sing my songs | |
But I cant pay my rent | |
But on a night like this | |
Time holding still | |
I can still close my eyes listen to those hills | |
No wordsNo words now | |
There' s not much use | |
In wondering how | |
Oh youYou serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind | |
Oh you You serenaded my mind | |
I never was the easy kind |