Second Hand

Your love,

Your love is second hand you know?

You didn't let me see at all

You dragged your old feelings here to us.

I walk, I walk until I see the place

That reminds me of yesterday

And throw all your lies away

You could have done it so much better

You could have told me

I was never the one

And I never lend me your heart

I'm disorder but you wasn't too much older

I could fly with you, start, restart, undo

But I could never forget the pain you made

I'm not inlaid to you

I'm not inlaid to you

Once more

You talks

You talks are second hand, you know?

And I don't want them anymore

Te be next to my sweet soul

I thought that you and I could make a song

Telling all these stories of how loners do go on

I still hear you guitar in my ear

And I hear you whispering your love

I feel, I feel your heart beating fast enough

To be making love, to be making love

To be making love, oh no!

You could have done it so much better

Well you could have done it so much better

You could have told me I was never the one

I never lend me your heart

I'm disorder but you wasn't too much older

I could fly with you, start, restart, undo

But I could never forget the pain you made

I'm not inlaid to you

I'm not inlaid to you

Once more

Well you could have done it so much better

You could have told me I was never the one