broken bottles
anya marina
those broken bottles must've come down from the clouds
i must've slept right through the sound
stuck in the middle of a losing fight
those broken bottles must've fallen from the sky
stuck in the middle of a losing fight
ooh. ooh. i never promised you a cloudless summer sky
painted a picture but you didn't seem to mind
stuck in the middle of a losing fight
ooh. ooh. all of this time i was capsized at sea
i never saw that my trouble was me
my paper airplane must've landed on the moon
i saw the light and now i'm flying back to you
stuck in the middle of a losing fight
ooh. ooh. i can't fool my heart
ooh. i can't fool my heart