Paroles de 'Coal mine' par Armchair Cynics

It's been a tough year for all it's worth.
Still keep my phone number at the bottom of your purse,
Between your sticks of gum and all the,
Reasons why you don't call me anymore.

Just incase you change your mind,
Hang a right at the lights I get off work at five.
I'm a song away on your stereo,
So just get in your car and drive.

I think it's high time you find,
Diamonds in this coalmine called me.
And there's reasons to prove I can change,
If that's what you want me to do.
That's what you want me to do...

Four years I kept so clean,
December came and I broke last week.
Now there's a message on your machine,
That I wish I could erase.

In a coffee shop behind menu's,
Into a porcelain cup you broke the news,
When you said there's nothing here left for you,
Well I guess you meant me too.

But it's high time you find,
Diamonds in this coalmine called me.
There's reasons to prove I can change,
If that's what you want me to do.
If that's what you want me to do.
If that's what you want me to do.

There's a tattoo,
On your shoulder.
And it reminds me,
We all get a little older,
We get a little older.

Here I am,
Washed up on your shore once again,
For reasons even I don't understand,
I'm drawn into your flame.

It's high time you find,
Diamonds in this coalmine called me.
There's reasons to prove I can change
If that's what you want me to do.

I think it's high time you find,
Diamonds in this coalmine called me.
And there's reasons to prove I can change,
If that's what you want me to do.
If that's what you want me to do.
If that's what you want me to do.

Well, it's high time...