Portia Conn - Burning Little Holes текст песни

We're just old beaus
Watching cracks grow
As our world falls apart at the seams

I've been busy
Chasing shadows
Watch me walk away

And you're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home
You're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home

Control
You're losing control
You say we're okay
That's all we'll ever be
Way out
There's just no way out
Sometimes the simple things are hard to take

I've been busy
Chasing shadows
Watch me walk away

And you're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home
You're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home

Do you really believe that you could get away with it all?
Do you really believe that I would be the first one to fall?

And you're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home

And you're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home
You're burning little holes
In what's left of my soul
And we're never getting home
And we're never getting home