David Cook - Silver - Sözleri

When writing your history,

I will always be a footnote

A distant memory

A warning sign of mistakes made

The kind that you learn from

This song is the best of me

Taking pills for solemn motive

A better side of me, an open mind

For mistakes made

The kind that you burn from



So take this small confession as my price to pay

I've never been the kind to let go

But before you up and walk away

I'm miserable without you, you know

This silver leaves me longing for gold

Second place has never carried me home

Second place has never carried me home



This song is so out of key

I'm trying harder just to even

These memories of you

A warning sign of regression

The kind you never learn from

This song is the melody

Meant to show you a little more than

A better history, an open sky

Of redemption

The kind you always burn from



So take this small confession as my price to pay

I've never been the kind to let go

But before you up and walk away

I'm miserable without you, you know

This silver leaves me bruning for gold

Second place has never carried me home

Second place has never carried me (home, home, home, home)

It never carried me (home, home, home, home)










		
			



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