Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Short Truth, artist - Yumi Zouma. Album song Yoncalla, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 26.05.2016
Record label: CASCINE
Song language: English
Short Truth |
| Apart, I knew we couldn’t do it |
| We’re on a wheel of misfortune |
| It’s true that I wasn’t certain |
| Another one who fought to |
| Keep things finished |
| 'Cause I think it’s stupid that we’re indifferent |
| And it’s all done, but |
| Not everything’s useful |
| 'Cause I’m stuck, at drawing the line |
| We’re not gonna steal away |
| (We're gonna get mute) |
| Stuck up in a rut, to ease |
| (The very short truth) |
| Surrounding our sight with my sole view |
| I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you |
| Nothings gonna be okay |
| (It's not a clean bruise) |
| Something in my gut stops me |
| (To say I need proof) |
| Whatever alignment we’re thrown to |
| I’m never deciding our own use |
| I know your old contemplations |
| Can make you apprehensive |
| So sure that every bit wasted |
| Will end up more suppressive |
| Now we’ve older |
| And we’ve just got closer |
| To what we suffered |
| And it’s all wrong, but |
| Not everything’s easy |
| 'Cause I suck at seeing the signs |
| We’re not gonna steal away |
| (We're gonna get mute) |
| Stuck up in a rut, to ease |
| (The very short truth) |
| Surrounding our sight with my sole view |
| I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you |
| Nothings gonna be okay |
| (It's not a clean bruise) |
| Something in my gut stops me |
| (To say I need proof) |
| Whatever alignment we’re thrown to |
| I’m never deciding our own use |
| We’re not gonna steal away |
| (We're gonna get mute) |
| Stuck up in a rut, to ease |
| (The very short truth) |
| Surrounding our sight with my sole view |
| I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you |
| Nothings gonna be okay |
| (It's not a clean bruise) |
| Something in my gut stops me |
| (To say I need proof) |
| Whatever alignment we’re thrown to |
| I’m never deciding our own use |
| (I'm only gonna mess us around) |
| It’s just that I could never go again |
| (I know how this is ending out) |
| But if I could, I wouldn’t go alone |
| (I'm only gonna bring you down) |
| I thought that you would always be a friend |
| (I know I never gave enough) |
| And that I wouldn’t have to say |
| I can’t even see this right |
| If I can’t be in your life |
| There’s nothing I use, to resort to |
| I’m giving this up, to console you |
| We’re not gonna steal away |
| (We're gonna get mute) |
| Stuck up in a rut, to ease |
| (The very short truth) |
| Surrounding our sight with my sole view |
| I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you |
| Nothings gonna be okay |
| (It's not a clean bruise) |
| Something in my gut stops me |
| (To say I need proof) |
| Whatever alignment we’re thrown to |
| I’m never deciding our own use |
| We’re not gonna steal away |
| (We're gonna get mute) |
| Stuck up in a rut, to ease |
| (The very short truth) |
| Surrounding our sight with my sole view |
| I’m counting the nights 'til I hold you |
| Nothings gonna be okay |
| (It's not a clean bruise) |
| Something in my gut stops me |
| (To say I need proof) |
| Whatever alignment we’re thrown to |
| I’m never deciding our own use |