The Bradley 歌词

False pretense a lack of resonance a derisive sentiment and confidence these bonds were always faked crafted for safety's sake but pasted wings and foil rings do not an angel make I see you've left me with your, your last word it's ringing with the noteless shrill of jealousy and the claims of imperfection and the crying out for the things that you deserve but you're voice is never audible beneath the anger in your words, it's ringing it's breaking me you can't belittle this this could change everything this one is mine to believe this is unparalelled grace that's like gravity a clarity i've never seen or ever heard since your last word I see you've left me with your, your last word it's ringing with the noteless shrill of jealousy and the claims of imperfection and the crying out for the things that you deserve but you're voice is never audible beneath the anger in your words, it's ringing it's breaking me . . . and the hottest words can cauterize and in anger there's just wasted time so your last word is just another I won't hear