Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Re-Done, artist - Modern Baseball. Album song Sports, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 26.11.2012
Record label: Lame-O
Song language: English
Re-Done |
She said, «Let's start from the top |
Just rid of everything |
Like the notes in your pockets, the texts you’re always locking |
And if it’s all the same |
Forget all of those lines |
Where you mention my smile |
You gotta lot of nerve complimenting me |
Through choruses and rhyme |
But I know how you get from time to time: |
'We'll do this and that, travel the map' |
And maybe just for a while |
I thought you were my re-do |
You thought you could change my name |
I could tell by the look on your face |
Whenever I would say-" |
But that when I stopped |
To listen or care |
About anything other than a plan of attack |
To get me back to where |
You are my re-do |
Or at least a pair of eyes |
That would notice |
When I couldn’t conjure words cause I thought about it too long |
So I’ll leave the steady hands to Sean |
'Cause we all know I lack |
In the field of conversing correctly |
Without shaking or getting queasy |
Not letting my emotions get involved |
And on a side note |
You stole my heart |
Like I stole your hometown lingo |
With steady hands and strong |
(Steady hands and strong) |
But now we’re down to brass tacks |
And we both know it |
The odds are in my favor- |
Though you won’t show it |
You etched holes in my brain |
Deep and like you |
Always too out of reach |
To see it clearly |
You sank words into my veins |
Deep and like you |
Too excited to get them out fully |
I know I’m bad with expectations |
The ones too large for any moment but I |
I can promise expectations grounded for this time around |
Let’s be the last to leave tonight |
'Cause I need time to find the courage |
To speak my mind, to speak my mind |
Just hear me out, oh, just this time |
They don’t think we can make this last |
But we got eyes that see past these nights |
And we got calloused hands |
But these arms aren’t tired |
At least not yet |
They just think we are young with broken hearts |
Stomping around every day |
So let’s stomp around breaking |
Young at heart all the way |