Lyrics of Tapping the vain

Brandtson

pochette album Tapping the vain
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Release date : 23/06/2009

Duration : 0:03:22

Style : Rock



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I saw you standing all alone across the crowded room.
I didn't think that i would see you soon and you, you don't move.

You wear your whole life there in circles underneath your eyes.
All i need to know is how to read between the lines,
But you somehow hide it all.

I watched you spill your drink and laugh you're such a drama queen.
You always look so good when you wear black and green,
But you, you're not fooling anyone.

It was crowded but i knew that you were close.
I don't think i like this little game of cat and mouse,
But you, you don't show.

It was almost 3 o'clock when you walked up to me.
I started to but found that i just could not speak,
But you, you looked so prepared.

You said something and i didn't know what it was.
I watched your lips move but your voice wasn't loud enough.
So i just smiled and nodded that's when you decided to just walk, walk away.

I got this overwhelming feeling like there's something wrong.
Maybe it's the lighting or this same old song, but it's just all in my mind.
I watched you walk across the room and then you disappeared.
I lost you in the crowd beneath the chandelier, and they, they don't care.

You were on the terrace in the rain.
I asked you if you would come back in, but you just sighed.
I could tell that you were crying
By the way the mascara ran down your face in such tragic lines.

You said something and i didn't know what it was.
I think that you sounded like you were a little drunk.
So i looked over your shoulder that's when you said
I told you so and just walked, walked away.

I could tell that you were crying, by the way
Mascara ran down your face
In such tragic lines

You said something and i didn't know what it was.
Something about how you tried but you're giving up.
So i leaned in for a kiss that's when you said
I can't do this and just walked, walked away.

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