.When the rhythm is a dialogue and time is short
Through a hazy kind of monologue your ills be cured
I was a different person before you
Clouded my head with poison and made it new
I watch the paint dry on the walls because it helps me think
I pick my scabs because it s.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔