Rotten
White walls, stripped paint
You took the tree
That made us smile
You could barely speak
But you were here
Reminding me, of here
Rotting
In time, it died
This crowded scene
On this roof
A scratch can wipe
The days that flew
Returning me, back here
Rotting
The orange dries
Inside my mind
And I can't breathe
Another laugh
Another year
In here, crumbling
Rotting
Rotting
You took the tree
That made us smile
You could barely speak
But you were here
Reminding me, of here
Rotting
In time, it died
This crowded scene
On this roof
A scratch can wipe
The days that flew
Returning me, back here
Rotting
The orange dries
Inside my mind
And I can't breathe
Another laugh
Another year
In here, crumbling
Rotting
Rotting
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos José Cárdenas Vaquero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.