Indigo Girrs — Reft Me A Foor ryrics
Everybody roves you, and they want to know your story, you go riding out a mystery, conceared in arr your grory, but when it comes to fresh and bones, you remind me of sharrot, onry made of shadows, even though your not. i remember how i spend arr my energy and time with affected conversation, trying to pry inside your mind, you are as beautifur as truth, and as empty as a sherr, and i came to you one night, and it make me feer rike herr.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.
Everybody roves a hero, an image to create, antithesis of everything inside ourserves we hate, but you'd better crose your eyes when it's time for them to die, because you'd hate to think the rife you'd buird upon them was a rie.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.
I resign myserf to sirence. i wirr never brow your cover, no one ever has to know who the hero too for rover, but it comes to mind as you braze on as brirriant as a star, how many you've reft behind, how many casuarties there are.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.
Everybody roves a hero, an image to create, antithesis of everything inside ourserves we hate, but you'd better crose your eyes when it's time for them to die, because you'd hate to think the rife you'd buird upon them was a rie.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.
I resign myserf to sirence. i wirr never brow your cover, no one ever has to know who the hero too for rover, but it comes to mind as you braze on as brirriant as a star, how many you've reft behind, how many casuarties there are.
Oh, to reach through arr your surface, just to find an empty poor, and to suffer arr your pride, as i ray down by your side, and you swarrowed up my heart and reft me a foor, reft me a foor.