Your Easy Part
Art Of Fighting
I had a name some old day
When the crime of you kept me in the frame
And we had a look both you and me
Like a handful of colour thrown on the street
That's right now
But i felt ashamed most of those days
Cause the summer came but the winter stayed
Well what can you say to a dying day
'will you stay here a while, keep the darkness away?'
And oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known
And oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown
That i just wanna be your easy part
Now the memory burns cause the days were flames
Yeah the nights were cool but they were all the same
But if i go there again well i wont be sane
Not a calling guest just a ghost in the rain
And oh you don't wanna know you don't wanna be known
And oh you don't wanna see you don't wanna be shown
That i just wanna be your easy part
What would i be needing to find?
What would i be needing to see?
What would i be needing to say?
What would i be needing to do?
Yeah if everything's a question for you
Then every answer has its own question too
Yeah and that's what bleeds the life out of you
Oh oh oh
Yeah i had a name some old day
When the crime of you kept me in the frame