Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Hundred, artist - Chris Cresswell. Album song One Week Record, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняDate of issue: 15.05.2014
Record label: One Week
Song language: English
One Hundred |
| When I catch a break |
| I’ll bring it home to you |
| You can take the sharpest blade and cut off this here noose |
| When my arms won’t work |
| When my eyes fall out |
| I won’t have a single thing to piss and moan about |
| They’ll always be you |
| You and all your friends |
| And how they each deserted you or did you desert them? |
| I don’t want to talk |
| About it I’ll just sing |
| A hundred songs for someone who doesn’t deserve a thing |
| Whoa ah oh who ah oh whoa ah oh oh oh oh oh oh |
| When all this snow melts |
| I won’t have a dream |
| I can’t latch the fingers to what I will finally be |
| Removed from the words |
| The sound of these dead streets |
| The mirror images of home always thought I’d leave |
| The sun is coming up |
| I’m fighting gravity |
| It seems there’s always something new and someone always leaves |
| The strength to sort this out |
| May not be in me |
| But I’ll surround myself with open arms and smiley teeth |
| I am losing grip right through their hands |
| I am jumping down down down |