The Lonely Ends

(альбом: Letterbox - 2017)

Why don't we talk about
The truth is you're leaving now
The truth is my heart, it's breaking
No matter how hard I try
I can't seem to wrap my mind around goodbye
Or the reasons why

Will it ever get better
I wonder aloud
And you say this is exactly
What we should be doing now

All the roads, all the roads I would drive down
Till my arms, they are sore, I'll hold out
For the day when I see my own true love again
Cause that's only when the lonely will end

Well, you shine your pretty lights
Around every point in life
And I can't get used to this new dark room

Will it ever get better
I'm wondering now
Will this all just somehow
Work itself out

All the roads, all the roads I would drive down
Till my arms, they are sore, I'll hold out
For the day when I see my own true love again
Cause that's only when the lonely will end

La, la-la, la, la
La, la-la, la, la
La, la-la, la, la, la-la
La-la

All the roads, all the roads I would drive down
Till my arms, they are sore, I'll hold out
For the day when I see my own true love
All the roads, all the roads I would drive down
Till my arms, they are sore, I'll hold out
For the day when I see my own true love again
'Cause that's only when the lonely will end
'Cause that's only when the lonely will end