Broken Bottles Songtext
von The Forecast

we′re riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up
we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights
the room spins as i watch you turn
waiting for the words
we′re so sick of being alone
so come over stay longer wasting time on mistakes we've made
my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days
we′re riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home
were riding a low, where nothing make us whole
so we′ll bend our backs back to the start
and start again