Fall of Love - Horvat Trio & Ted Gare

I know the truth, but I wanna hear it from you It's so unattractive, watching you lie like you do Didn't know what I was in for the day we met Now I wanna take back all of the time I invest So if you can hear me now Then baby, baby I hope that you cry your eyes out You should cry until you make a river Deep enough to motherfucking drown in If you can hear me now Cry your eyes out So I can waterfall out of love Loyal to someone that didn't play on my team I'm sick to my stomach at how selfish you could be The first time that it happened, I should've left 'Cause now I'm looking back at all of the years I regret So if you can hear me now Then baby, baby I hope that you cry your eyes out You should cry until you make a river Deep enough to motherfucking drown in If you can hear me now Cry your eyes out So I can waterfall out of love Yeah, out of love Cry You should cry your eyes out Yeah, oh-oh Cry If you can hear me now Then baby, baby I hope that you cry your eyes out You should cry until you make a river Deep enough to motherfucking drown in If you can hear me now Cry your eyes out So I can waterfall out of love Don't you let them get dry Cry like I'm crying inside Oh, look what you did with your lies, lies So I hope you cry

We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this disaster town You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding And we might've started singing just a little soon We're throwing stones at a glass moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We keep the beat with your blistered feet And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing Slept through the weekend and dreaming Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity Got postcards from my former selves saying how've you been We might've said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Oh It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells got up to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns We're the has-beens of husbands Sharpening the knives of young wives Take two years, and call me when you're better Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa We're so miserable and stunning Whoa Love songs for the genuinely cunning

Je m'avance vers toi dans la gare Est-ce que tu excuseras mon retard? Toi tu téléphones encore Je sens que ça ne va pas fort Pour la première fois, je vois pleurer un garçon Devant moi, dans tes yeux, des larmes de papillon Je ne sais pas si je t'aime Si je suis assez forte Et si ça vaut la peine Que tu claques ta porte Ta porte Comme deux beaux imbéciles dans la gare Ta femme au bout du fil Quel hasard Elle dit que tu dois choisir Entre elle et moi sans mentir Pour la première fois, je vois pleurer un garçon Devant moi, dans tes yeux, deux femmes, deux saisons Je ne sais pas si je t'aime Si je suis assez forte Et si ça vaut la peine Que tu claques ta porte Ta porte Pour la première fois je vois pleurer un garçon Et sur toi, sur vous deux Je ne ferai qu'une chanson Et si je t'aimais même si j'étais assez forte Ça ne valait pas la peine Que tu claques ta porte Ta porte