| Song | Sell Your Alibi |
| Artist | Amely |
| Album | The Raleigh Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you'd stretch your wings. | |
| Now that you're gone, it's hard to believe | |
| If given the chance, would you fly back to me? | |
| In awe, I watch while the sky burns like fire, | |
| Before it says goodnight. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my song, yeah you were my inspiration. | |
| I heard it in a dream till I woke up | |
| Then you were gone. There was a mannequin your place, | |
| How could every frame turn so unreal? | |
| With words so quiet like beckoning silence that change the tide. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| I wait and watch while my world turns expired, and we become | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell | |
| Woah | |
| Woah | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you'd stretch your wings. |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you' d stretch your wings. | |
| Now that you' re gone, it' s hard to believe | |
| If given the chance, would you fly back to me? | |
| In awe, I watch while the sky burns like fire, | |
| Before it says goodnight. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my song, yeah you were my inspiration. | |
| I heard it in a dream till I woke up | |
| Then you were gone. There was a mannequin your place, | |
| How could every frame turn so unreal? | |
| With words so quiet like beckoning silence that change the tide. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| I wait and watch while my world turns expired, and we become | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell | |
| Woah | |
| Woah | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you' d stretch your wings. |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you' d stretch your wings. | |
| Now that you' re gone, it' s hard to believe | |
| If given the chance, would you fly back to me? | |
| In awe, I watch while the sky burns like fire, | |
| Before it says goodnight. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my song, yeah you were my inspiration. | |
| I heard it in a dream till I woke up | |
| Then you were gone. There was a mannequin your place, | |
| How could every frame turn so unreal? | |
| With words so quiet like beckoning silence that change the tide. | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every line, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| I wait and watch while my world turns expired, and we become | |
| Caught in this permanent reprise, | |
| Where all we do is say goodbye. | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell | |
| Woah | |
| Woah | |
| Reliving every breath, recalling every time, | |
| Before you sell your alibi | |
| You were my bird, you taught me to sing | |
| But I always knew that you' d stretch your wings. |