Текст песни blueline medic - Up Against The Fault
blueline medic - Up Against The Fault слова песни
No call this morning, no sleep at all.Not getting any answers searching through telephones.Oh absence, take form.Half cold in a king size dawn.Breaking still despite the holding on.Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?Clothes I can throw away, hair I can cut, strip or stain.Moods I promise to turn like cornersand get out of my own way but on what chance can this stand?With that, half a heart in some desperate planI dont know who it is I`m up against.Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?Youre keeping me close and against and I think to a fault.I`ll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little slow.Is there something needs telling?Some good that I`m not doing?Provide some helpful point upon which I could fallor dont suggest anything.Its probably nothing,its nothing if no one can see that theres anything wrong.