Didn’t Know Love Songtext
von Mipso
Didn’t Know Love Songtext
Sitting on a bench here, thinking ′bout the temperature
Wondeing if the anchors call for rain
Why would I return here, just to crash and burn here
All this place has offered me is pain
Nothing to report here, just a rusty port here
Still an empty dock that needs a nail
Thinking as I sit here, it's hard to just forget here
How can you feel wind and not see sails
It′s colder than it looks outside
And I got, nothing but time
I thought love would make it easy
Didn't see failure in the cards
Each time the river bends, we're falling from the start
I didn′t know love would make it hard
What does and old guitar say?
What does a deck of cards say?
How does an empty barstool pass the time?
The way this feeling feeds me,
I almost think it needs me
You can′t fill old bottles with new wine
I thought love would make it easy
Didn't see failure in the cards
Each time the river bends, we′re falling from the start
I didn't know love would make it hard
Didn′t know love would make it hard
Sitting on a bench here, thinking 'bout the temperature
Wondeing if the anchors call for rain
Wondeing if the anchors call for rain
Why would I return here, just to crash and burn here
All this place has offered me is pain
Nothing to report here, just a rusty port here
Still an empty dock that needs a nail
Thinking as I sit here, it's hard to just forget here
How can you feel wind and not see sails
It′s colder than it looks outside
And I got, nothing but time
I thought love would make it easy
Didn't see failure in the cards
Each time the river bends, we're falling from the start
I didn′t know love would make it hard
What does and old guitar say?
What does a deck of cards say?
How does an empty barstool pass the time?
The way this feeling feeds me,
I almost think it needs me
You can′t fill old bottles with new wine
I thought love would make it easy
Didn't see failure in the cards
Each time the river bends, we′re falling from the start
I didn't know love would make it hard
Didn′t know love would make it hard
Sitting on a bench here, thinking 'bout the temperature
Wondeing if the anchors call for rain
Writer(s): Jacob Sharp, Wood Robinson, Joseph Terrell, Elizabeth Rodenbough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com