Текст песни 377

Trace back a breeze to the weather's dripping
Here in this city I could sleep in my clothes
I've walls between my friends and a bottle of Williams
The past is well behind me
I got good at letting go

I've burned so many bridges I can barely count
Moving forward with a liar's mouthBanquets - 377 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/banquets/377-lyrics.html
I'm getting back what was due to me
You never smile and you'll never be alright
I hope your searching while I found some spite
I'm better now that we don't speak
I lost my limbs to the weather's dripping
I lost my limbs to the weather's dripping
I lost my limbs to the weather's dripping
I lost my limbs to the weather's dripping