Тексты песен Adam Linder

My lips are always chapped this time of year So I don't open my mouth, I don't let the words come out But the "sorrys" keep slipping, my lips keep on cracking As I make love to my conscience

Don't blame me if I talk about the weather It's all that I can get my head around for now It seems these days that nothing's getting better I read it one last time, and I burned her final letter It's