CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Portland (From Exile)

We're two strings shaking in a minor chord
We're survivors of life, but we're prisoners of war
This recklessness that we came here for
Started out on the bed ended up on the floor
We're two strings shaking in a minor chord

Oh Allison, I love you
But I can't change the past
Bring the part of me you love back
The part of me you love back
Bring the part of me you love back
Bring the part of me you love back
Bring the part of me you love back

You wake up shaking in the middle of the night
A voice from the past back looking for a fight
Seize your sorrow, breathe with me
The pause between is all we need

They say it hurts 'til it doesn't
They say "the future is unwritten
Let the past stay in the past
Bring the part of me you love back"
Bring the part of me you love back
The part of me you love back
Bring the part of me you love back