After Dinner
π΅ 622 characters
β±οΈ 5:10 duration
π ID: 2684928
π Lyrics
My mother always told me,
Don't talk to strangers.
But what if I can't talk to anyone?
What if I don't even know how I feel?
And besides,
The words only get in the way . . . .
Washing the tears
With a hole in his hand
He touches my face,
Maybe he understands.
Can't seem to read
What's buried there,
A needle through
The word that is love.
What is love anyway?
A four letter word.
Love is just another word to say.
Platitudinous expression, clichΓ© . . . .
If it's unfamiliar
I am content
But I'll take what I get,
It's not over yet.
I've walked on the shore
Into the grave
Covering the sand
From the smell of my shame.
Don't talk to strangers.
But what if I can't talk to anyone?
What if I don't even know how I feel?
And besides,
The words only get in the way . . . .
Washing the tears
With a hole in his hand
He touches my face,
Maybe he understands.
Can't seem to read
What's buried there,
A needle through
The word that is love.
What is love anyway?
A four letter word.
Love is just another word to say.
Platitudinous expression, clichΓ© . . . .
If it's unfamiliar
I am content
But I'll take what I get,
It's not over yet.
I've walked on the shore
Into the grave
Covering the sand
From the smell of my shame.
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:42.81] My mother always told me,
[00:44.93] Don't talk to strangers.
[00:49.48] But what if I can't talk to anyone?
[00:58.35] What if I don't even know how I feel?
[01:08.02] And besides,
[01:10.42] The words only get in the way . . . .
[01:24.48] Washing the tears
[01:28.90] With a hole in his hand
[01:33.60] He touches my face,
[01:38.14] Maybe he understands.
[01:43.06] Can't seem to read
[01:48.37] What's buried there,
[01:52.09] A needle through
[01:57.73] The word that is love.
[02:35.58] What is love anyway?
[02:39.69] A four letter word.
[02:44.16] Love is just another word to say.
[02:54.34] Platitudinous expression, clichΓ© . . . .
[03:15.24] If it's unfamiliar
[03:20.94] I am content
[03:23.87] But I'll take what I get,
[03:29.36] It's not over yet.
[03:33.29] I've walked on the shore
[03:39.78] Into the grave
[03:42.94] Covering the sand
[03:48.16] From the smell of my shame.
[03:54.40]
[00:44.93] Don't talk to strangers.
[00:49.48] But what if I can't talk to anyone?
[00:58.35] What if I don't even know how I feel?
[01:08.02] And besides,
[01:10.42] The words only get in the way . . . .
[01:24.48] Washing the tears
[01:28.90] With a hole in his hand
[01:33.60] He touches my face,
[01:38.14] Maybe he understands.
[01:43.06] Can't seem to read
[01:48.37] What's buried there,
[01:52.09] A needle through
[01:57.73] The word that is love.
[02:35.58] What is love anyway?
[02:39.69] A four letter word.
[02:44.16] Love is just another word to say.
[02:54.34] Platitudinous expression, clichΓ© . . . .
[03:15.24] If it's unfamiliar
[03:20.94] I am content
[03:23.87] But I'll take what I get,
[03:29.36] It's not over yet.
[03:33.29] I've walked on the shore
[03:39.78] Into the grave
[03:42.94] Covering the sand
[03:48.16] From the smell of my shame.
[03:54.40]