Na Na Stay Close — ELYN LANE | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Cold coffee on the kitchen side. Another night I've got nowhere to hide. You're out there painting every town red, while I'm just trying to get you out of my head. I check the clock, it's half past three. You're probably laughing, not thinking of me. And my mother says I'm wasting all my light on a man who only loves me in the dead of night. But what does she know about the way I feel, when the hurt is the only thing that's real? I'm back in the black, back in the blue, counting all the ways I'm losing you. It's a bitter gin and a hollow high. I'm too damn tired even to cry. Yeah, it's just another notch on your belt and the coldest hand I've ever felt. Your keys are lying by the telephone, a reminder that I'm technically not alone. But this house is echoing with things you said, like a choir of ghosts dancing 'round my bed. I smell your smoke on my favorite dress. God, I'm a beautiful, soulful mess. Go on and walk away, do what you do. I've got a record player and a bottle of brew. I'll sing my sorrow till the sun turns gray. Then I'll do it all again on Saturday. I'm back in the black, back in the blue, counting all the ways I'm losing you. It's a bitter gin and a hollow high. I'm too damn tired even to cry. Yeah, it's just another notch on your belt and the coldest hand I've ever felt. Just another notch. Yeah, I'm fine, leave a light on. Just another notch. Yeah, I'm fine, leave a light on