كلمات Colors (feat. The Soft Moon)

Would you throw the dead out? Could you throw your body beneath? It’s been so long Not every struggle is one to be proud of You better hold on To what is left of me Would you, could you throw the bodies beneath? I can’t pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out I can’t give this self down, give this self down, give myself down I can’t pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out I can’t give this self down, give myself down, give myself down You better hold on To what is left of me You better hold on To what is left of me