Jose Vanders - These Times lyrics

Last night i wrote you a love song, so that you'd write me one too I will keep it for weeks and weeks, for fear that it might be true I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories For, for these times In my life, blown away For, for these times In my life, blown away I miss sentences repeating Pretenses of falling for bed Lovers can say what they want to Lovers can leave if they dare I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories For, for these times In my life, blown away For, for these times In my life, blown away Do they exist all the words in your mouth That say give not take, give not take Do they exist all the words in your mouth That say your love makes, your love makes me whole I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories I just don't want all your bread or your roses I've grown so tired of your cigarettes and stories For, for these times In my life, blown away For, for these times In my life, blown away