Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Trampolene
Trampolene
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jack Jones
Jack Jones
Paroles
Mike Moore
Mike Moore
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Moore
Mike Moore
Production

Paroles

She left on a Sunday Monday morning Waking after a fifteen hour sleep God I'm so lazy I don't know what I do with my time To be fair There's a grey space Where my life should be My plans have a habit Of laughing at me Can't recall what my ambitions Were meant to be But I'm alive Very relaxed Not worried about the fact I can't get the things I want in life Must relax, be me My room is dark Rules of love and war Just rules, love and war We wrote them naked Upon the kitchen floor Rules of love and war Just rules, love and war We wrote them neatly Upon the kitchen floor Maybe it's time to create Man up and make some mistakes Maybe it's all gone south The things in my head So different to what comes out my mouth God, I don't know what I'm saying I do, but I wish I was saying something better Rules of love and war Just rules, love and war We wrote them naked Upon the kitchen floor Rules of love and war Just rules, love and war We wrote them neatly Upon the kitchen floor There we are then Paper dream torn Cold and forlorn Thinking of you Keeps my hope warm
Writer(s): Mike Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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