Jesse Macht and Katie Boeck все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Pointed arrows push us to the winter cold that cheers right through,
Bones are stapled wood that bend and break.
The tide is bound to the summer moon,
So am i and so are you waiting for this weekend escape.
We buckle down my dirty boots, my favorite dress.
Dialing out to meet your friends, if we can't get a hold of them,
We'll make do with a drink or two or three.
Frosted windows, but the thing won't start,