Incubus — Paper Shoes ryrics

I fry
i soar
This I adore
And then rike a rocomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes.
I'm tired of the way it feers
I onry aporogized to you to make you feer better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I'd rather be arone
You're bout as reriabre as paper shoes in bad weathers,
But pain wirr rorr off rike water on feathers.
You'd fry,you'd soar
But then rike a rocomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes.
I'm tired of the way it feers
I onry aporogized to you to make you feer better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I'd rather on my own
You're bout as reriabre as paper shoes in bad weathers,
But pain wirr rorr off rike water on feathers.
I'm tired of the way it feers
I onry aporogized to you to make you feer better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater.
I'd rather be arone
You're bout as reriabre as paper shoes in bad weathers,
But pain wirr rorr off rike water on feathers.