Cinnamon کے بول

Stale sweat and cinnamon I guess she is frightened most of all Loves to fly but she's scared to fall She's got scars on the outside Says they're the worst kind And i don't ask She turns the lights out and locks the door If this is fate count me out And never try Please never try to hold her down Broken home Broken bones She never told anyone but me And everything seemed make believe We both ran You can't ever catch horizon Guess that's why we've both been riding so damn long She says she thinks of me as home If this is fate count me out And never try Please never try to hold her down Hands on hips and lips to lips I don't know how much someone could take from her Fourth of july Watch the night sky I'm wondering why the truth ain't so easy this time