My thrown icon When i want it to I call white ports But i dont know why I needed to Put your coat on I keep my heart by Your side and you Unfold unfold Wouv.enough lies All i want is you To feel no cold You feel there s something not quite right (Silver on your eyelids) You feel you lose your muse this time (Missing on a backseat) But dont say its broken down Or please be jokin... Now i m old and my song Might already burned Out Who says theres time wheres time When you poke around Apart from your mind I feel no real Weather changes It Depends on you now I Trailed it i failed it Those places With the lightning in your cries There must be something not quite right (Silver on your eyelids) You feel you lose your muse this time (Missing on a at backseat) Lets call back the feelings we once had (Silver on your eyelids) Last time we checked in our shangri-la For all the things that chase you down Take my striped heart as a crown Dont say its broken down Or please be jokin... love Dont say its broken... Dont say its broken