CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Threes
I can hear it lately
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand
I don't want trouble
I'm all in my head
I've got a virus, it bores me to death
I am on top, if the top is a set
Hundreds of people to help me play dead
I know it's always something else
Circling the drain
It's obvious, i thought I'd just
Wash myself away
The day is never over like I want
The day is never startеd 'til I'm gone
Ain't it amazing sitting contemplating
Just to try to run?
I've had somе delusions
But i've only loved one
I can hear it lately
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand
I don't know the time
I'm just not that type
I hope that you're fine
Cause I've missed all the signs
I can hear it lately
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand
I don't want trouble
I'm all in my head
I've got a virus, it bores me to death
I am on top, if the top is a set
Hundreds of people to help me play dead
I know it's always something else
Circling the drain
It's obvious, i thought I'd just
Wash myself away
The day is never over like I want
The day is never startеd 'til I'm gone
Ain't it amazing sitting contemplating
Just to try to run?
I've had somе delusions
But i've only loved one
I can hear it lately
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand
I don't know the time
I'm just not that type
I hope that you're fine
Cause I've missed all the signs
I can hear it lately
Only when I'm turning my back
All my years escape me
Come in threes, and leave in a flash
You grasp at a fistful of sand
Like your love coming to an end
And you never caught it in your hand