Ellis Paul - Seven текст песни

Seven times I traced your number

Just one finger to your voice

Seven times I put the receiver down

Seven times I tried to write you

But I cannot make your choice

Your lips they move,

But they make no sound

And what the cost

What the price

Im the brunt of friends advice

Dont look up till you feel the ground . . .

Im letting go cause holdin on is killing me

My timing can be criminally slow

Too little too late

Criminally slow

Seven times I asked forgiveness

Seven times Ill wait you out

Seasons will change before words come round

And in my search for reasons

I will wash away the doubt

That came wrapped inside a wedding gown

And what the price

What the cost

Is this the poetry of loss

The past we build is all torn down?

Im letting go cause holdin on is killing me

My timing can be criminally slow

Is it never too late?

Criminally slow