Song | Dear Darlin' |
Artist | Olly Murs |
Album | Best Of 2013 Die Hits Des Jahres |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can't stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I'm cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
And if my words break through the wall | |
and meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: “Girl, I mean them all.” | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can't stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I'm cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried. | |
[Woman:]I understand why we split before a month. | |
Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
So if my words break through the wall | |
to meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: “Girl, I mean them all.” | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can't stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I'm cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
And if my words break through the wall | |
and meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: " Girl, I mean them all." | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried. | |
Woman: I understand why we split before a month. | |
Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
So if my words break through the wall | |
to meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: " Girl, I mean them all." | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
And if my words break through the wall | |
and meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: " Girl, I mean them all." | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried. | |
Woman: I understand why we split before a month. | |
Been thinking about the ball we dreamt. | |
Feeling like the sofa was sinking. | |
I was warm in the hope of your eyes. | |
So if my words break through the wall | |
to meet you at your door, | |
all I could say is: " Girl, I mean them all." | |
Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing. | |
I can' t stop my hands from shaking | |
cos I' m cold and alone tonight. | |
I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. | |
Oh I concur. These arms are yours to hold. | |
And I miss you and nothing hurts like no you. | |
And no one understands what we went through. | |
It was short. It was sweet. We tried. We tried |