Stranded Words (Interlude)
Paolo Giovanni Nutini, Tom Herbert
Maybe these are stranded words
For I cannot complain
And the riot at the sunset
Paints the color of the rain
I built my days on consequence
And now nothing's ringing true
But tonight, I need you
The air, it feels like spring again
It always clears my thoughts
Like the saints become the sinners
The haves become the nots
Have I shown you enough of me?
You know yourself can be so hard to be
And tonight, I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
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