Sleater-Kinney - A Quarter To Three Música y Letra
It's one a.m, you haven't called It must be four wherever you are And the photo booth strip, and the letter you wrote They feel like nothing I could hold Nothing bad, nothing free There's nothing left for me to feel It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empty Should I be up to play the game Back and forth, get back at me And my confidence fell and I feel so mad Tell me whose side are you on? Nothing bad, nothing free There's nothing left for me to feel It's like goin' to pieces could fix everything At this point I'm really me Nothing bad, nothing free There's nothing left for me to feel It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empty Finally tired, finally empty
Sleater-Kinney - A Quarter To Three Música y Letra
