Shelby Lynne - Better

Текст песни

Lost her raising
On a whim
Going home
Symphony
Plays the same old song
Amplifiers
Ringing in her head
Time for bed
Go to bed
It’s better that you’re gone
It’s better that you’re gone
Mystery keeps the lady
In the gloom
Freedom keeps her crazy
As a loon
She’s starving but
She don’t need to dine
Anyplace
Anytime
It’s better that you’re gone
It’s better that you’re gone
In the evening
Sun is sleeping
Fading youth
Desolation
Secret avenue
She’s God-forsaken although night-time finds
The quiet fight
In the night