Ask Her If She Still Keeps Her King In The Back Row Testo

i'm sure it hurts like
all those times we spend
and when the tides turn
i won't really know

it's too late to find out
where we went wrong
break trusts in secret
and lie in crowds
there's no use in saving forgotton prose so when words burn
i won't let them go

it's too late to find out
where we went wrong,
its ours no longer
i won't let it go

it's too late for chasing
the life i left
so when we burn
i won't let it go