Matt Webb - Cinnamon Lyrics
The purple walls I'm swimming inIt was the first and the last timeWe broke those hearts of cinnamonI can remember what it taste likeThe room was moving, you were losingA balance and all kinds of things like meI heart this coming from a mile awayAsk my friends outside if it's all okayCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nightsAnd the gang's all set for the Friday fightsBut I'm so ready to break us to piecesA friendly face to fill the voidYou're the glue and the stapleA parachute and we're deployedI can remember what it felt likeThe wind was blowing, so where we going?Maybe far away from homeOh, home sweet homeI heart this coming from a mile awayAsk my friends outside if it's all okayCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nightsAnd the game's all set for the Friday fightsBut I'm so ready to break us to piecesI say oh oh, oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh, oh oh, oh oh ohOh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh, ohI heard this coming from a mile awayAsk my friends outside if it's all okayCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nightsAnd the game's all set for the Friday fightsBut I'm so ready to break us to piecesCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
