"Sight For Sore Eyes" lyrics


JUNE LYRICS

"Sight For Sore Eyes"

These are just a few mistakes I would love to make
I would love to take them so close to home
Your body's right to feel
It's also so unreal but it's hitting close to home

Come downside, I'd never forget your silhouette
As unofficial this may be
I'm counting all the ways
Counting down the days till you'll be coming down
I'm still counting down

Don't you remember when I was in your doorway?
Right where I said I'd be, right where
I hope you remember this forever and always
Right where I said I'd be, right where

I'm trembling from what you've done to me
Can't wait to flee, can't wait to finally
Make this hit so close to home (hit so close to home)
Make this hit so close to home (hit so close to home)

Sometimes I can feel alive
And sometimes I can feel more than death
It's like a game to me
I'm counting down the days till you'll be coming down
I'm still counting down

Don't you remember when I was in your doorway?
Right where I said I'd be, right where
I hope you remember this forever and always
Right where I said I'd be, right where
Right where I said I'd be, right here

(I'll just crash, I'm coming down)
(I'll just crash, I'm coming down)
I'll just crash and burn, I'm coming down
It's your touch that knocks me down and your body that keeps me there
I'll just crash and burn, I'm coming down
It's your touch that knocks me down and your body that keeps me there

Don't you remember when I was in your doorway?
Right where I said I'd be, right where
I hope you remember this forever and always
Right where I said I'd be, right where

These are just a few mistakes I would love to make
I would take so very close to home
They hit close to home

Thanks to Robbie for these lyrics

Thanks to Chris Rogers for correcting these lyrics

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