Doves

Trying to make some sense of the days
Now that they're all good
Every little thing that they'd say
Well you know they could
She lies to console
For she cries for a lost soul
You
You know we're gone
We're all so lost, lost
Said I couldnt get out of bed
Is that the law
Every little thing that I said
You just cant ignore
She lies to console
For she cries for a lost soul
You