Kelly Boesch - Sweet Hurt
Текст песни
It said, "Don't call it loss," so I called it luck.
Your smell on my pillows, and the wooden lies.
I kept the half-smile, you kept the goodbyes.
We were two loose threads coming apart.
One touch, one slip, one broken heart.
Sweet hurt, stay near.
Cut me clean, my dear.
I laugh, then I cry, you pull that goodbye.
Your smell on my pillows, and the wooden lies.
I kept the half-smile, you kept the goodbyes.
We were two loose threads coming apart.
One touch, one slip, one broken heart.
Sweet hurt, stay near.
Cut me clean, my dear.
I laugh, then I cry, you pull that goodbye.