Lindsay Katt - Wretched Unbeliever текст песни

Written by: Lindsay Katt

Up on my tip toes, so I can see your face,
Placed like a window, with a hole in the pane,
I feel your echo's, like the pulse in my veins,
I feel your sorrow,

I walk the sidewalk, I stop when the red says so,
Flow like the ocean , through the bustle and pull,
People push past me, but they don't see me at all, I'm just a glass girl


Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,

Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,

Spinning and sinking, speaking of living and death,
Cynical sadness, in this beautiful mess,
Where does the time go, I take my little deep breaths into the carpet,



Who do you think your fooling, its about time you knew it, who do you think your fooling

Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,

Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,


Introspective person
But the depth of which is still uncertain,
You're over thinking


Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,

Love isn't there, tell me tell me isn't there love,
For all us wretched unbelievers,







Thanks to Sarah