Matt Pond PA - Basement Parties | Текст Иностранной Песни
When you wake up on your face On the bedroom carpet Count back all the ways That you ended up there You can't remember someone else's story You can't
Matt Pond PA - Sunlight | Текст Иностранной Песни
Think I push too hard I think that's what you said So why would I want to stay Oh no, no, see all of my mistakes Watch the whole thing coming down But I could
Matt Pond PA - It Becomes Night | Текст Иностранной Песни
It becomes night Cut from the window pane over my bed Out to the winter trails And where they have led I've seen a few things going by And I still wonder why
Matt Pond PA - A New Part Of Town | Текст Иностранной Песни
The ghost of the ghost Barely exists But he knows what he knows And he wants to be sure That you see him He was alive When he slept with the snow Now we
Matt Pond PA - Crickets | Текст Иностранной Песни
The warmth has you taking off your coat In the darkness behind the greens and gold There's always things you wish you hadn't done There's always things you wish you
Matt Pond PA - Giving It All Away | Текст Иностранной Песни
Giving it all away tonight To the first girl who comes up and says you are alright We can watch the stars in the same way For one night and then I'll go away Because I
Matt Pond PA - Taught To Look Away | Текст Иностранной Песни
No one knows why we were taught to look away There might be something wrong with me There's nothing that I can't believe Are you listening two thousand miles from
Matt Pond PA - Wild Girl | Текст Иностранной Песни
Hey, little wild girl I think maybe turned out okay The trail was washed up in the rain The cops cannot catch us now Hey, little wild girl By the ocean, dressed
Matt Pond PA - Foreign Bedroom | Текст Иностранной Песни
It's hard to breathe in foreign bedrooms When you can't find sleep, you've lost your sleep It's coming clean, you don't like dreaming The way your mind should
Matt Pond PA - First Song | Текст Иностранной Песни
I've found a way beyond the dark Filthy and humble hands strike the spark From cardboard cones through screen door squares My pockets of smoke, roll down the stairs