Patches – Dala – letras

My eyes are getting wearyOf crowds and busy streetsI close them in the morningPretend I’m still asleepMy hair is growing slowlyThe sun keeps moving onBut nothing fades completelyBurnt image when it’s goneI step across the storiesThat sink beneath my feetA blueprint for a memoryLaid out on the streetI’m making paper flowersThat fall onto the groundAnd hope that they get foundHave me, have me notCan’t give me what I’ve already gotYou wear me, I’ll wear you outLike one more patch on my jeansToo young for feeling heavyToo old to play the gameThe pieces come togetherNo two pieces the sameBut I’m no longer weary,My eyes are open wideAnd one more day has gone byHave me, have me notCan’t give me what I’ve already gotYou wear me, I’ll wear you outLike one more patch on my jeansWe fall, we fall, we fall apart at the seamsWe fall , we fall, we fall apart at the seamsWe fallHave me, have me notCan’t give me what I’ve already gotYou wear me, I’ll wear you outLike one more patch on my jeansHave me, have me notCan’t give me what I’ve already gotYou wear me, I’ll wear you outLike one more patch on my jeans