Текст песни New Model Army - No Sense
New Model Army - No Sense слова песни
Are we still not speaking?Bitter words leave such a bitter tasteYes, I meant to hurt youBut it was never meant to go as far as thisAnd still I can make no sense out of these things that I doAnd I still put myself through this version of hellJust put you through it too Yes, I know I started itBut you shouldn`t say those things you sayI always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakesBut it never seems to work out that wayNothing`s ever good enough for me or good enough for youSo I still drag myself through this version of hellJust to drag you through it too Sweat on the dancefloorBlood from the broken glassNo favours ever given, no favours ever askedThis strange kind of communion As these empty words are playedThese are the promises we made