Songtexte: Gemma Hayes. The Hollow Of Morning. This Is What You Do.

My tired eyes
are like
lonely stars
trying to find a little
order in the chaos

So I take a bus ride
in the afternoon
you all look so happy, and me,
I'm barely hanging on

This is what you do to me (2x)

Drag myself out on
to the floor
trying to find a little chaos in the order
So I take a bus ride
past your house every day
you never fully leave me
but you, you never fully stay

This is what you do to me (2x)

My tired eyes
are like
lonely stars
trying to find a little
order in the chaos

This is what you do...
This is what you do to me
This is what you do...

Come on
smile
smile
Come on
smile
smile
smile
smile
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