Clothes to us dressed in ironed shirts The smoke it fills our homes, But its nice to feel it Rise up through my bones, Take it easy as it goes and laughs the most Who ever lights a fire
No one sweat to break the cold No one changed to fit the mould Here's a share of what you've heard Go spend it in a perfect world, on your own
Look, you shattered all the walls you built Its just an ugly thought It doesn't really matter And as evening draws your self portrait full of flaws And laughs the most Whatever keeps it darkest
No one sweat to break the cold No one changed to fit my mould Here's a share of what you've heard Go spend it in a perfect world, on your own
Compositores: Brendon Arthur James (PRS), Thomas William George Welham (PRS), William David South (PRS), Wilson Adam Michael (Adam Wilson) (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #2232776 em 03/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM