Текст песни Finn Tim - Not Even Close
Finn Tim - Not Even Close слова песни
I`ve been walking the straight lineLiving in my best friend`s pocketBeen looking at my lifeAll the time, all the timeHow can I do my work?Always looking over my shoulder When everything falls apart When you make a false start Then you can`t turn the pages And you can`t find the door When you`re nobody`s baby Not even close to pulling throughWe fill up stolen hours,Hunger for the touch of moneyBuilding crooked towerson the faultline, faultlineWhen I came running to youI was following the light from a dead star When everything falls apart When you meet a false heart Then you can`t turn the pages And you can`t find the door When you`re nobody`s baby Not even close to pulling through-------------------------------------------------------------- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch ----------------- pfgumby@yoyo.cc.monash.edu.au ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And the piano smells like a piano, ---------- And the microphone smells like a microphone, ---------- And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar ---------- and it gets all soggy and sinks to the bottom. ----------------------------------------------------------------