Текст песни Tara MacLean - If Only
Tara MacLean - If Only слова песни
Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner.I put my cigarette out on the floor.Same old broken down face in the mirror,And fist sized hole in the door.If only I could see past myselfThese ankles keep twisting in vainAnd the older I get the more thingsI let be to blame.Same old god, same old prayer.I keep repeating myself but Im not getting anywhere.Theres that old letter you wrote me.You said you wanted to be a star.Same old broken down car in the driveway,I guess we didnt get too far.If only I could see past myself,These keys they keep turning in vain,And the older I get the more things I let be to blame.Same old god, same old prayer.I keep repeating myself but Im not getting anywhere.If only I keep talking to that same old god.