Quay lại trang chủ | Luyện nghe Bài Hát

  sick and tired of,
  out my window
 I've  from past experience,
  can't make flowers grow
 
  don't stick around,
 They go  way the wind blows
 You're never safe and 
 Until all  doors are closed...
 Doors are closed...
 Doors are closed...
 
 When you're awake on your 
 Shadows turn into 
 When you're  on your own
  turn into ghosts
 
 Oh, oh, oh
 
 Soon it will all fall 
 And  roads will have no way
 And  be the one laughing as,
 Their fences fade 
 
 And  of being left there,
 Feeling all alone
 Break  the house you made of match sticks,
 And set, fire to their 
 To their throne...
 To their throne...
 
 When you're awake  your own
  turn into ghosts
 When  awake on your own
 Shadows  into ghosts
 
 Home becomes what you're scared of the 
 Home  what you're scared of the most
 When shadows turn into 
 Just what you're scared of  most...
 
 I'm  pictures off the wall
 Watching smiles  they fall...
 (2x)
 
 I'm pulling pictures off  wall
 Watching smiles as  fall
 Pulling  off the wall...
 
 I'm pulling pictures of the 
 Watching smiles as  fall...
 
 When you're  on your own
  turn into ghosts
 When  awake on your own
 Shadows turn into 
 
 Home becomes  you're scared of the most
 Home becomes what you're scared of  most
 When shadows turn into 
 Just what  scared of the most...