Can we turn this off? Can we put it away for another time? Because your silence is hard Because unspoken words are bliss to me And you're out of touch And you cannot find a way to me And it's all, it's you We'll find another way to be
Don't you tell me to follow my dreams I'm only nineteen, I'll catch you up, I'll catch you up And don't you tell me of what I could see Your conscious has suffered enough, enough
This is a modern war There is no reason to use any other words You can't sit back and relax As your boy is just calling out for you So don't mix your words When you're tryin' to make it up to me There's a place that you've gone And you'll find that it's no good place to be
Don't you tell me to follow my dreams I'm only nineteen, I'll catch you up, I'll catch you up And don't you tell me of what I could see Your conscious has suffered enough, enough
So hold it down, boy So hold it down, boy So hold it down, boy So hold it down So hold it down, boy So hold it down, boy So hold it down, boy So hold it down, boy
Compositores: Alexander James Trimble (PRS), Kevin Stephen Baird (PRS), Samuel Matthew Halliday (PRS)Editor: Transgressive Publishing LtdAdministração: Warner/chappell Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #26114236 em 17/Abr/2024