Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bad Parts, artist - From Indian Lakes. Album song Wanderer, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Triple Crown
Song language: English
The Bad Parts |
Lover, have you solved your love today? |
And you’ve been running around trying to figure it out |
But you don’t need this anymore |
And lovers that gave your hearts away |
And you’ve been coming around trying to hold me down |
But you can’t keep me anymore |
When you’re close enough to whisper in my ear |
But I can’t reach you anymore |
When you close me off and turn away |
I feel like I could die |
When we cling to it, when we hold it too close |
It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old |
When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide |
We try to love again, we’ll try to love again |
And you’ve been holed up in a house |
And they’ve been coming at your gates |
And you’ve been holding your ground |
But you can’t hold this anymore |
When you’re close enough to whisper in my ear |
But I can’t reach you anymore |
When you close me off and turn away |
I feel like I keep falling down |
When we cling to it, when we hold it too close |
It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old |
When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide |
We try to love again, we’ll try to love again |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
(When we cling to it, when we hold it too close |
It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old) |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
(When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide |
We try to love again, we’ll try to love again) |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
(When we cling to it, when we hold it too close |
It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old) |
And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts, |
the bad parts of me |
(When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide |
We try to love again, we’ll try to love again) |