TestoPlaying Tennis

Austin Prince

Ultima modifica il: 24 aprile 2020
#together against coronavirus

(Is a creating, it is misterious) (The dark, that's like the black member) (The impermeable and yet the profound death)

(Of the keeper as things come and he goes) I can't write to a beat I wish I was better at playing guitar Wish all my words came out as poetry And I could spend all of my time making art Singing new songs, playing tennis Reading fiction painting pictures of how it was How It was If I could rearrange my thoughts If I could contain my emotions If I could make it stop Don't you think I'd make It? If I could rearrange my thoughts If I could contain my emotions If I could make it stop Don't you think I'd make it? Sad days turn to cold nights When I'm in a bad way and act up But still, you try to hold space when I don't act right In a cold way, I try to back up But you don't let me walk away You hold me tight until it fades And you don't let me walk away You hold me tight until the morning And you don't let me walk away You hold me tight until it fades, yea And you don't let me walk away, ey You hold me tight until the morning Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk Let me walk away, but you don't let me walk, oh-oh

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