Текст Bombay Bicycle Club – Easier

All you have made is
A bird with injured wings
That flies without progress
In a circle, hovering

There’s dark in your eyes now
Your parents cannot see
And all of your secrets
Stare only toward me

It’s not getting easier
Easier to let go

If I was smarter
Would have never let you know

All you have made is
A bird with injured wings
That flies without progress
In a circle, hovering

There’s dark in your eyes now
Your parents cannot see
And all of your secrets
Stare only toward me

It’s getting easier
Easier to get hurt

If I could start over
I would get to you first