All I can ever be to you,Is a darkness that we knew,And this regret I've got accustomed to,Once it was so right,When we were at our high,Waiting for you in the hotel at night,I knew I hadn't met my match,But every moment we could snatch,I don't know why I got so attached,It's my responsibility,And you don't owe nothing to me,But to walk away I have no capacityHe walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I'm grown,And there's no way, in this blue shape,My tears dry on their own,I don't understand,Why do I stress A man,When there's so many bigger things at hand,We could a never had it all,We had to hit a wall,So this is inevitable withdrawal,Even if I stop wanting you,A Perspective pushes true,I'll be some next man's other woman soon,I shouldn't play myself again,I should just be my own best friend,Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,So we are history,Your shadow covers meThe sky above,A blaze only that lovers seeI wish I could say no regrets,And no emotional debts,Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun setsSo we are history,The shadow covers me,The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I'm grown,And in no way,In my deep shapeMy tears dryAmy Jade Winehouse (Londra, 14 settembre 1983 – Londra, 23 luglio 2011)
tears dry on their own
All I can ever be to you,Is a darkness that we knew,And this regret I've got accustomed to,Once it was so right,When we were at our high,Waiting for you in the hotel at night,I knew I hadn't met my match,But every moment we could snatch,I don't know why I got so attached,It's my responsibility,And you don't owe nothing to me,But to walk away I have no capacityHe walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I'm grown,And there's no way, in this blue shape,My tears dry on their own,I don't understand,Why do I stress A man,When there's so many bigger things at hand,We could a never had it all,We had to hit a wall,So this is inevitable withdrawal,Even if I stop wanting you,A Perspective pushes true,I'll be some next man's other woman soon,I shouldn't play myself again,I should just be my own best friend,Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,So we are history,Your shadow covers meThe sky above,A blaze only that lovers seeI wish I could say no regrets,And no emotional debts,Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun setsSo we are history,The shadow covers me,The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I'm grown,And in no way,In my deep shapeMy tears dryAmy Jade Winehouse (Londra, 14 settembre 1983 – Londra, 23 luglio 2011)