|
Sunday's Best - Bruise-Blue lyrics
Hey, even if your world stops now, it wouldn't mean anything. I'm sad to say, because all splashes are ripples from the distance --then rings of waves... Turn them a deaf ear. I figured it out; now I'm tired. I'm putting my arms down and turning away. And the sound? I'm sure there are mouths moving but I can't hear anything. Not today... Get it off my back. I'm bruise-blue from all my abuses. |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Dutchess by Fergie |
 The Dangermen Sessions, Vol. 1 by Madness |
 Version by Mark Ronson |
 The Massacre by 50 Cent |
 Twenty Four Seven by Tina Turner |
