Paroles de la chanson Half Life par Imogen Heap
Compositeurs: Jane Heap
Editeurs: Warner Chappell Music France,Megaphonic Limited
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Paroles de la chanson Half Life par Imogen Heap
I knew that I'd get like this again
That's why I try to keep at bay
Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
A perfect heart's length away
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong
You never promised me anything
Even sat me down, warned me just how they fall
And I knew the odds were I'd never win
yet here I am
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
My self-worth measured in text back tempo
That's why I try to keep at bay
Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
A perfect heart's length away
The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong
You never promised me anything
Even sat me down, warned me just how they fall
And I knew the odds were I'd never win
yet here I am
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
My self-worth measured in text back tempo
It's been 2 days and 8 minutes too slow
There may well be others but I still like to pretend
That I'm the one you really want to grow old with
You've got a schedule to stick to
Got a world to keep sweet
You're so much to everyone all the time
Will you ever slow down? Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sign
Hold me darling, please
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
There may well be others but I still like to pretend
That I'm the one you really want to grow old with
You've got a schedule to stick to
Got a world to keep sweet
You're so much to everyone all the time
Will you ever slow down? Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sign
Hold me darling, please
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
You know you'll never be lonely
You know you'll always be loved
And maybe you'll never need more than that
But of the surplus that loves, what's to become of us?
Does it even register on your conscience?
Long for one last showdown
From a box in the crowd, air compressed tight to explode
I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out
As you disappear in a puff of smoke
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life
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