Baixar Mais Tocadas: letras de Martin Jensen

In the faded light you touch my body / I can feel your hands on my skin / Think you got me right where you want me / But you’re just in my way
Dressed up all night, there’s no one to impress / Standing in lines ’til I smell like cigarettes / I don’t know why my friends are so obsessed / With staying up ‘til we’re sober wasting money on regrets