Brother - Harrys Gym

Your brother will wake up

Turning his face towards the door

These blinds are reeking stripes of the sun

Go home, go home, go home

Your brother will stretch out

His spell to strike that hits his eye short

A chain of beads he wore around his wrists

I wore around your own

In seven little minutes he started a life

In every bit of sounds of some lover’s night

You’ll never dream of this room again

'Cause it’s melt to the wall, in a wooden frame

That says love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here

This kind of love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here

Your brother will wake up

Until I hold up out of your heart

I’m caught in sheets with stains of makeup

Your bed of rough accord

You’re living a brother

Who hides a face just like your own

That’s why you turn to one another

In seven little minutes he started a life

In every bit of sounds of some lover’s night

You’ll never dream of this room again

'Cause it’s melt to the wall, in a wooden frame

That says love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here

This kind of love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here

In seven little minutes he started a life

In every bit of sounds of some lover’s night

You’ll never dream of this room again

'Cause it’s melt to the wall, in a wooden frame

That says love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here

This kind of love doesn’t take you anywhere else but here