Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moving Day, artist - John Floreani. Album song Terrace, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 18.11.2014
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Moving Day |
I know that you’re not ok |
But I’ve been doing my best to help |
And at the same time I’ve been desperately trying |
To reinvent myself |
Are you thinking like I am |
And does it keep you awake at night? |
How you could use a real man |
I bet you’re sick of little boys |
I’m getting sick of saying words |
And you always see things for the worst |
I’m getting tired of watching your eyes glaze over |
When I try to explain myself |
'Cause any less will just never do |
When you need someone like I need you |
I’ll make you miss everything we had |
If you can see past my attention span |
I can never stay in the same place |
'Cause I’m afraid of being known |
And I’ve got so much left to tell you |
But there’s so much that you’ll never know |
And I keep pushing you away |
And I know one day that you’ll go |
Leave me with the emptiness that I made |
And I’ll die waiting by the phone |
And if I make it out of my room |
I’ll look for you |
I hear you picked a moving day |
And I picked the wrong day for cold feet |
I tried this once before |
And it took everything I had from me |
Against better judgement I’d start again |
And find someone that I could call a friend |
The only person that I know |
Who loves me |
That doesn’t have to |
I can never stay in the same place |
'Cause I’m afraid of being known |
And I’ve got so much left to tell you |
But there’s so much that you’ll never know |
And I keep pushing you away |
And I know one day that you’ll go |
Leave me with the emptiness that I made |
And I’ll die waiting by the phone |
And if I make it out of my room |
I’ll look for you |
Fuck it let’s get married and we’ll run away together |
We’ll have tiny little jobs |
And a city apartment |
And I’ll never have to say goodbye again |
As long as the city Summer breeze |
Blows through those white curtains |
Fuck it let’s get married and we’ll run away together |
We’ll have tiny little jobs |
And a city apartment |
And I’ll never have to say goodbye again |
As long as the city Summer breeze |
Blows through those white curtains |