Song | On My Belly |
Artist | Rocco |
Album | Rocco |
Everyday you try to wash all your sins | |
While this washing machine is pouring down. | |
You’ll never know when you’ll go with the storm. | |
I’m still hearing the wolves in this town. | |
Years with your bread while your beds are burning | |
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. | |
In this town, it’s pouring down. | |
Hey baby it’s late, why don’t you go to sleep? | |
Please don’t fear, i’ll be here when the sun goes down. | |
You’ll never know where you left that old rope. | |
There are still too many ghosts in this town. | |
Years with your bread while your beds are burning | |
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. | |
In this town, it’s pouring down. | |
I’ve felt some things like these before | |
You were sleeping, your hands were cold. | |
On my belly, uhhh |
Everyday you try to wash all your sins | |
While this washing machine is pouring down. | |
You' ll never know when you' ll go with the storm. | |
I' m still hearing the wolves in this town. | |
Years with your bread while your beds are burning | |
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. | |
In this town, it' s pouring down. | |
Hey baby it' s late, why don' t you go to sleep? | |
Please don' t fear, i' ll be here when the sun goes down. | |
You' ll never know where you left that old rope. | |
There are still too many ghosts in this town. | |
Years with your bread while your beds are burning | |
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. | |
In this town, it' s pouring down. | |
I' ve felt some things like these before | |
You were sleeping, your hands were cold. | |
On my belly, uhhh |