Letras
Sometimes you think the floor only knows how you're feeling
Sometimes you find your thoughts getting stuck in the ceiling
Sometimes when you're making your bed up I hope you think of me
And I hope those times aren't few and far between
If these walls could talk I'm sure they'd do much more than whisper
If that mattress could burn our backs would be covered in blisters
If those pillows had eyes just imagine the things that they've seen
But I guess those sights are few and far between
When you were making your mind up and needing a change
From pulling your hair out and calling me names
Baby I was outside waiting for a sun
That never was rising, it was already gone
When you go to sleep tonight in the place we called home
And the blankets are hugging the places my hands used to roam
Won't you say a quick prayer for the possibility
That's closer than the few and far between
Someplace closer than the few and far between
Someplace better than the few and far between