Текст песни Dead Poetic - Glass In The Trees
Dead Poetic - Glass In The Trees слова песни
I don`t want to come back here, to this place.It`s a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.And I don`t want to come back here, to this place.When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,Reflects everything that I missed.And the pavement is still warm from the tires.I can still feel the fright that the night brings.Every song that you`d sing.And I won`t ever come back here to this place.All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,Reflects everything that I missed.Slow down.I`ll try and make it up to you.They`ve cut down the trees to try to forget you.But I took a vow to never forget you.If you`re still here, then we`re waiting.We`ll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.Until the guilt grows and grows.When the time that`s wasted comes back to haunt me.And I`ll deserve every bit. because I`m not spiritual yet.I`m just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.And it`s not fading off, we remember the years.As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.And I`m not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.