Texty písní Count The Stars

Count The Stars

Breakthrough

We were young, here to dream

In the high lit halls of the city scene

Left alone, with the strong

Now tip your head back as we hit the walls

And there were always things that we kept inside

And we don't know why

And there were always things that I can't let go

Take a breath, breathe you in

Your eyes grow wide when I touch your skin

To look above, and taste the sky

Bittersweet kiss with her lips so dry

And there were always things that we kept inside

And we don't know why

And there were always things that I can't let go

Everything I can't breakthrough to now

I'll never walk away from once again

Letting go of all the words I haven't said

And breaking through to let go

Face down, I face the ground

Saturday hits and now were up in arms

So tell me this, and tell me that

Your days of alcohol are going to come right back

And there are always things that we kept inside

And we don't know why

And there were always things that I can't let go

Picture perfect teen machines

They all drop like flies leaving complete

And I'm not some waste of space to this place

No I'm not some kind of waste