Spilt Milk from Hertz by Carla Geneve
Tracklist
| 9. | Spilt Milk | 3:44 |
Lyrics
Smoking don’t much make me high no more
Mostly It just makes me blue
Thinking too much about every damn thing
Till with myself I don’t know what to do
Sad books don’t make me cry no more
Think Ive cried these old eyes dry
So if I cant be high and I can no longer cry
With myself I don’t know what to do
Ive been playing my fingers bleed
And singing my voice raw
Even my guitar’s getting tired of me
Cos if I cant be high and I can no longer cry
What ever will become of me
I miss your love but its been so long
Since for you my heart did melt
It pains me to say
Any day could be the day
I wont remember how you felt
Now making love don't often feel like much
I mostly just go someplace else
Pretend I can feel your touch
But I'm looking at whats on your bookshelf
Ive been playing my fingers bleed
And singing my voice raw
Now my guitar wont talk to me
So if after all this time in your arms I cant hide
What ever will become of me
Given up ‘a wond’ring why
It don’t make no sense to me
Questions without answers
Are music for the deaf
And still the world goes on spinning happily
Seems like a crime and I cant let it go
I wish the world were tidier
For all the milk that I have seen spilt
But I’ve no tears left I wont even lie to you
