Zoe Songtext
von Camaromance
Zoe Songtext
You know why you came here, you thought you had it in you
Doesn′t it hurt to know you're empty?
Strange how heavy′s a hallow body
Nights are cold when you're nowhere, can't you get to the next town?
And your heart′s as dry as the moon. Its dust fakes a white glare
Its dust fakes a white glare, we discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don′t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good deeds
Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good
Deeds will get you nowhere, took more than you could bear
Should never have looked, got lost in your stare
Don't mind the smell, it will keep you warm
Keep your spirit off her breath
If the gear′s too tight, it will rip your arms
We've disconnected your headset
We′ve disconnected your headset, we've discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don′t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
We've discussed this matter before
Now I think you should shut up, 'Cause that voice of yours
It′s got no core
You might as well give up
Doesn′t it hurt to know you're empty?
Strange how heavy′s a hallow body
Nights are cold when you're nowhere, can't you get to the next town?
And your heart′s as dry as the moon. Its dust fakes a white glare
Its dust fakes a white glare, we discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don′t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good deeds
Fall on your knees, recovering what is left of your good
Deeds will get you nowhere, took more than you could bear
Should never have looked, got lost in your stare
Don't mind the smell, it will keep you warm
Keep your spirit off her breath
If the gear′s too tight, it will rip your arms
We've disconnected your headset
We′ve disconnected your headset, we've discussed this matter before
Now I think you should keep quiet, don′t assume it was a metaphor
When I talked about those tablets
We've discussed this matter before
Now I think you should shut up, 'Cause that voice of yours
It′s got no core
You might as well give up
Writer(s): Gabriel Rousseau, Martine Groulx, Michel Dupuy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com