Paroles de Hard to Define

Good shoes Fake smile Gonna be out for the night Thinking of what the fawn brought Cut time Cut away In the break Of an angel's sign on my end It's a hard day for a melody to take me away I'll wait in the car and count the change. The look-ats, who for, cause i'm going home - To the Days and the Gold and the Why-ats catch thee own Go easy On the reasons You thought I would be Too hard to define Which, Back in the cans, Shooting off of a cliff, You ran as it came. It's a wing right over seven days, or over weeks We're riding too hard to catch its theme Your face in two bars you pry at to see the wide open sea and the skies underneath