歌词
All your sketches of the moon
Brought me back
For a while we were immune to the sands of time
Well you came out ripe and tender
All your stories end too soon
You talk too fast
All those things you said you'll do
Stuck in the past
Well you came out ripe and tender
What an awful way to break the spell
Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack
Wont you cut yourself some slack
