Текст песни Pears

Come on.
I swear.

I'm bitter at best.
I'm laying in the pieces of my cigarettes,
That we crushed in my bed, perhaps a tent,
Some Portland apartment,
That we thought was haunted.

Cough, kiss and caress.
The morning birds are restless,
But at least they have the courage to sing.Grown Ups - Pears - http://ru.motolyrics.com/grown-ups/pears-lyrics.html
Down your stairs my tired feet disagree with me.

What really is forever?

We both belong.
We both belong (here before it's gone)

I've tried to make a difference
I've tried to make a difference
Whatever be the distance
I'd try to make a difference, but I'd fail