Blurred lines (with vocal)

Grille de la piste #259117

Fournie par hoodchewer and hoodchewer

Lyrics:

© hoodchewer
Small words unsaid in the dead of the night
Small acts you hid rather than get in a fight
Small wonder when the smallest things can combine
To blur the line

Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines
Just takes a moment to run out of time
Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines, lines, lines.

The ticking clock marks the passage of time
The dripping tap leaves a marking of lime
Forgotten things leave indelible signs
They blur the lines

Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines
Just takes a moment to run out of time
Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines, lines, lines.

Small words unsaid in the dead of the night
Small acts you hid rather than get in a fight
Small wonder when the smallest things can combine
To blur the line

Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines
Just takes a moment to run out of time
Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines
Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines
Just takes a moment to run out of time
Don't say that all we got left is blurred lines, lines, lines.