Those scars All those senseless scars My worst parts were when you're gone And the endless screaming dark Comes in from the suburbs And makes everything worse Oh, you know how the truth works And for whatever it's worth
Don't be scared, don't be scared I love you, I love you
Does it work? Does it start the things that hurt? How much and how often? Do those ocean bedroom floors Even reach the walls anymore? Can it really be worth it? All the stinging and wincing You said something perfect With six words and one kiss
Don't be scared, don't be scared I love you, I love you Don't be scared, don't be scared I love you, I love you
Compositor: William Edward Ryder Jones (Bill Ryder-jones) (PRS)Editor: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #20512148 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM