Bài hát A Song For Patsy Cline Báo Lỗi

My airbag light's been on for weeks

And I keep having dreams

Where I go through the windshield but I don't fix it.

Patsy Cline came and sang to me.

She told everybody

That she knew she would die soon before she did.


I hear you cry on "Faded Love".

The air in August here's heavy with salt and smoke and stings my lungs.


My airbag light's been on for weeks

And I can feel it mock me.

It's bittersweet, like laughter through crooked teeth.

I wanna move so far from everything

That they can hear my heart beat

And then break as I lay dying in the street.


They'll think the ice cracked at the lake.

They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate.


It's hard to watch you walk away.

These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.

It's hard to watch you walk away.

(It's hard to watch you walk away.)

They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.


Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh


So when my vocal chords rip,

So when my knees give in,

So when I bury all of this,

Who's gonna give a shit

If I'm breathing?


It's hard to watch you walk away.

These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday.

It's hard to watch you walk away.

(It's hard to watch you walk away.)

They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery.


Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

My airbag light's been on for weeks.

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

My airbag light's been on for weeks.