Letra da Música Cobbled Streets de Bess Atwell

Out of the light in the kitchen
And out of the house
Now that I know what I'm missing
I'm not scared to go without

What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again
Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am

Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I

I saw a glimpse of the world
Outside my home town
American porch light
Hanging over the shop
Where my tennis socks are supplied

What's that, I've been falling asleep at the table again
Well I'm afraid I've led you to believe I'm not what I am

Should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard, should it be this hard

And I'm good at smiling when required
Filter all my words, and you'll like what you heard
And I could write a song
And sell it to someone who better fits my work

But should it be this hard, should it feel like disconnecting
When the role I play is a sweet and tired array
And I wonder why I am home first every night
Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I
Should it be this hard, these cobbled streets and I