Текст песни The Church - I Kept Everything
The Church - I Kept Everything слова песни
I kept everythingMornings and days paraded through spaceAnd stripped of all their meaningI saved everythingBut this afternoon I just ran out of roomI haven`t got the foggiestYeah (yeah, yeah) let me get this straightIf it`s a matter of luck (yeah, yeah)Or a matter of fateI`m a tiny little flash in a damaged universeYou know what makes it bettter only makes it worseTrying to find youTry to remind youTrying to find youI see everythingGlitter and glamour, the bitter, the hammerThat smashes up the eveningI heard everythingBuzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieksI haven`t got a feeling leftWait (yeah, yeah)Let me sort this outIf it`s a question of faith (yeah, yeah)Or a question of doubtYou`re an undiscovered wonder in a desolated placeI wonder who`s representing you, handling your caseTrying to find youTry to remind youTrying to find you(Yeah, yeah)(Trying to find you) (Oh, oh)