Mew live in Sesiones con Alejandro Franco White Lips Kissed

. Wake me up Only nightmares take me in Through these walls the winter bites A draft from all sides Why did you not include me on your list Let me in through the ceiling White lips kissed Our love is a fickle love Keeps itself locked in a suitcase To be ready to go Always I won t cry when the silver lining shows But you re right You understand You ride with both hands Worrying is the breathing that you need So there won t be far to fall You mustn t climb tall Things that are supposed to mean lots Leave you cold And with a malady of the soul Our love is a tricky love Bet you know this Bet you noticed Bet you know, which is why I should know better than anyone ever could Soon as I let go Everything falls apart I won t cry when the silver lining shows But you re