Ask Her If She Still Keeps Her King In The Back Row Testo

i'm sure it hurts likeall those times we spend
and when the tides turn
i won't really know
it's too late to find out
where we went wrong
break trusts in secret
and lie in crowds
there's no use in saving forgotton prose
so when words burn
i won't let them go
it's too late to find out
where we went wrong,
its ours no longer
i won't let it go
it's too late for chasing
the life i left
so when we burn
i won't let it go