Текст песни The Church - Dropping Names
The Church - Dropping Names слова песни
I want to break to be beautifulSeven long nights to thinkA handful of words, a sleeveful of birdsCasually left on the sinkCrimson beads, cut out your needsLeave you feeling more in the pinkSeven long nights at a pre-announced siteA head on my shoulders and I feel all rightAlter the courses, stand near my flamesQuestionable sources, only dropping namesDropping namesI taught her how to be hard or softShe never really needed to learnA trip into town, defenses are downI never ever need to returnShe holds me by the stars, says look at these scarsFeel my longing burnSeven long days but I can`t change my waysLook over my shoulder and I say hey hey