The Sound Testo

Testo The Sound

Here on the edge, here looking down
I see the reflections of you and I
Like burning pictures on the
Ground inside my room
Where the grass was never
Greener than the rooftop
Where I laid beside
With you, with you
This is the sound of our demise
And it will echo in y heart
Now, every night
This is the sound of black and blue
And It is coloring my body
Like the bruises that I get
When I'm with you, with you
Behind the door, against the wall
A vacant room, breath on your stomach
Claiming that I never breathed at all
We'll breathe in two's
And I'll hold your hand
As long as I can still
Stay here and lay inside
With you, With you
This is the sound of our demise
And it will echo in y heart
Now, every night
This is the sound of black and blue
And It is coloring my body
Like the bruises that I get
When I'm with you, with you
Tell the friends to hold the phone
I want you feel your heartbeat
On the rooftop all alone
I can hear your heartbeat
This is the sound of our demise
And it will echo in y heart
Now, every night
This is the sound of black and blue
And It is coloring my body
Like the bruises that I get
When I'm with you, with you
With you, with you
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