Wow

I'm ignoring your eyes
Singing to me to take your hands
'Cause my hands are glued and i've burned my tongue
Maybe tomorrow i'll be brave

A rose without its thorns
A gun without a trigger
A map without a treasure
A compass with no arrow

You ignore my phone calls
Turned into a stranger overnight
I should have been brave yesterday
Maybe I've turned invisible

A rose without its thorns
A gun without a trigger
A map without a treasure
A compass with no arrow

A rose without its thorns
A gun without a trigger
A map without a treasure
A compass with no arrow



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Stanislas Reszka
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