Josephine Vander Gucht - These Times lyrics
[Josephine Vander Gucht - These Times lyrics]
Last night I wrote you a love song
So that you'd write me one too
I will keep it for weeks and weeks
For fear that it might be true
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away
I miss sentences repeating
Pretenses of falling for bed
Lovers can say what they want to
Lovers can leave if they dare
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away
Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say give not take, give not take
Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say your love makes
Your love makes me whole
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away
So that you'd write me one too
I will keep it for weeks and weeks
For fear that it might be true
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away
I miss sentences repeating
Pretenses of falling for bed
Lovers can say what they want to
Lovers can leave if they dare
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away
Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say give not take, give not take
Do they exist all the words in your mouth
That say your love makes
Your love makes me whole
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
I just don't want all your
Bread or your roses i've grown so tired of
Your cigarettes and stories
For, for these times in my life, blown away
For, for these times in my life, blown away