Letra de ' True Love ' de Jay Buchanan

Put those thoughts back into your sock and hang it on the mantle
And in the morning you can act like it's new and give it a name you can handle
But don't call it heartbreak because nothing's been broken
And don't call it theft because nothing's been stolen

It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important
Then the loneliness comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son
You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitch

True Love for yourself

Live for your art and live on your dreams in return it will feed your soul
You give your heart to generate steam cause you know it burns hotter than coal

But don't call it heartbreak because nothing's been broken
And don't call it theft because nothing's been stolen

It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important
Then the loneliness comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son
You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitch

True Love for yourself

You'll always be lonely, you'll never be happy
It's the freedom you keep and it's a piece of yourself that says no one must get too important
Then the loneliness it comes back like a hand from hell since my prodigal son
You almost got rich, but you come home to suffer you son of a bitch