Nothing Left To Say

(альбом: Harold Saul High - 2019)

I've got nothing left to say
But goodbye
I've got nothing left to say
But goodbye, goodbye, my love

One too many drinks, screaming going back and forth
Blood running down my face, I think we lost control
I can't love you the way that I do
Where do we go from here

I never got to ask you
I never thought I had a choice
Too many broken chords, singing in the backroom
Crying in the afternoon

I think we lost control
I think we lost control
Did we lose control
When did we lose control

Cause I've got nothing left to say
I've got nothing left to say
I've got nothing left to say
But goodbye, goodbye, my love