歌词
And I'm not close
To your whisper
I'm not close
To your whisper
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I'm from, they all want more
But the more I age, the less I feel
Maybe I'll grow up this year
Something 'bout the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying some day that I might learn
If I'm lost
Burn the churches
'Cause there's no souls
Left in Zion
The coal towns and carpet floors
Where I'm from, they all want more
But the more I age, the less I feel
Maybe I'll grow up this year
Something 'bout the way this hurts
Four years but I'm the worst
And I lose sight where lines get blurred
Praying some day that I might learn