Matthew And The Atlas все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Broken by the back of it
It was hard enough without the loss
Hanging on a thread of it
It was hard enough without the cause

Dancing to your lover's beat
Beating on heavy feet
Working on a dream you make

Give me to the road
Upon the heart
That I had sold
Warm my heavy hands
My heavy hands
For you to hold

There's a devil at your door

Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sun,
Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become,
Summer has not yet been here though my days are long,
Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung.

What of all those pretty tales the ones that took me to this door,
Is it comfort in the salvers way is it comfort upon this wooden floor,
Tell you is it a failure to forget the ones that self it,

Well I've been following stones I've thrown
I cannot seem to leave those days alone
I've felt the fire
I've burned my bridges again
It was down by the deadwood
Down where the dirt track
Bends

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

If I'm running out of time, then I'm running out of time
There's nothing you can do, to try to pull me through
Could tie me down with twine, give me back what's mine