Kayla by Mirs

it's been a decade since we first met
driving through the winter snow
they say time heals all
but baby its a hardened my soul
so i sit wondering
why i ruined it all
now it all makes sense
i'm the king of my downfalls

baby i'm coming home
baby i'm coming home
i don't want to be alone
baby i'm coming home

now i feel like a grown man
i can handle my own
working nine to nine
sweating on the factory floor
luck has a way of dealing you a deck
and baby i lost control
i know what to do anyways
i got skills that pay

why you had to treat me so bad
taking all the shhh that we had
maybe this was meant to b
my mind is playing tricks on me

its a dark fortnight
out in the plains love
i admit my failures its tough
can we dance again KAYLA
these hands repent
and just with a little luck
i'll move us into the woods
make us pretty babies to love

baby i'm coming home
baby i'm coming home
i don't want to be alone
baby i'm coming home

why you had to treat me so bad
taking all the shhh that we had
maybe this was meant to be
my mind is playing tricks on me

baby i'm coming home
baby i'm coming home
i don't want to be alone
baby i'm coming home


© Kayla / MIRS / 2012 / Amir Motlagh / ANIMALS

• Electronic
• artrock
• avant-pop
• chill
• electro
• electronic pop
• electronic synth pop
• electronica
• experimental electronic
• los angeles
• mirs
• pop
• synthpop
• Los Angeles