| Song | Mexico |
| Artist | Brandtson |
| Album | Send Us a Signal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Records on the floor. | |
| I'm giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
| I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it’s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
| I don’t live here anymore. | |
| Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
| God that we broke it off that night. | |
| Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
| I'm fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
| The post cards in the drawer | |
| The pictures on the wall. | |
| The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
| It’s like a heart beat | |
| It’s like a heart break beat and it’s beating out of me. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
| I don.t live here anymore. | |
| So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
| I moved down to | |
| Mexico. |
| Records on the floor. | |
| I' m giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
| I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it' s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
| I don' t live here anymore. | |
| Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
| God that we broke it off that night. | |
| Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
| I' m fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
| The post cards in the drawer | |
| The pictures on the wall. | |
| The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
| It' s like a heart beat | |
| It' s like a heart break beat and it' s beating out of me. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
| I don. t live here anymore. | |
| So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
| I moved down to | |
| Mexico. |
| Records on the floor. | |
| I' m giving back whats yours remember us last weekend dancing to the psychedelic furs. | |
| I tried to tell myself that we could be alright. now it' s me and my cigarettes and alcohol tonight. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if you see her tell her | |
| I don' t live here anymore. | |
| Driving neighbors crazv with after hour fights everything makes more sense thank | |
| God that we broke it off that night. | |
| Holding on to you is like playing with broken glass. | |
| I' m fighting off the memories and all the living in the past. | |
| The post cards in the drawer | |
| The pictures on the wall. | |
| The sound of little footsteps that echo through the hall. sound like a heart beat. | |
| It' s like a heart beat | |
| It' s like a heart break beat and it' s beating out of me. | |
| So screen all the phone calls and put the chain on the front door. and if vou see her tell her | |
| I don. t live here anymore. | |
| So pull all the shades down and turn off the radio. and if you see her tell her | |
| I moved down to | |
| Mexico. |