Paroles de Actually I'm Just Wearing Your Glasses

Empire! Empire!
Watched your cheeks flush, colored by an air from a
Calgary cold front
Your breath made ghosts spill into the night,
And gather as if they might not disappear.
I had heard a rumor you were moving back home!
But even if it was true, i did not expect to hear it from
You so bluntly.
So it hung in the air like a fever, or a slow moving
Front
And i would not find shelter here, so i braced myself
"out!" i cried, "out!
Are you running to or are you running from?
Or does it even matter if it won't change your mind?"
When you put you hand on mine,
I knew.
InterprèteEmpire! Empire!
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