when my breath is hanging in the air
outside your house, it's cold as hell
and they always play a slow song
I'm saying goodbye in the tires on the street
and I'm saying hello to all the people I'll never meet
I'm ready to leave you and all you are behind
but every time I try...
they always play a slow song
when my breath is hanging in the air
outside your house, it's cold as hell
and they always play a slow song
It's not in the way you told me
it's all in the way your eyes shone
it's not in the way you said it
it's all in the way you looked at me
This is my last cigarette
for another ten minutes or so
I'm wondering what you're thinking
and wishing you were here to hold
and as I'm leaving, I'm giving up again
It's just not worth all the time and the pain
I tell myself, hoping this time that it's true
but just as I'm leaving,
they always play a slow song
when my breath is hanging in the air
outside your house, it's cold as hell
and they always play a slow song
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