Broken Bottles - Anya Marina

Those broken bottles must’ve come down from the clouds

Shattered glass, I must’ve slept right through the sound

It’s hard to be wrong, worse to be right

Stuck in the middle of a losing fight, alright

I can’t fool my heart

I can’t fool my heart

Those broken bottles must’ve fallen from the sky (la-la-la…)

Sweep up the evidence, forget the reasons why (la-la-la…)

It’s hard to be wrong, worse to be right

Stuck in the middle of a losing fight, alright

I can’t fool my heart

Ooh…

Ooh…

I never promised you a cloudless summer sky (la-la-la…)

Painted a picture but you didn’t seem to mind (la-la-la…)

It’s hard to be wrong, worse to be right

Stuck in the middle of a losing fight, alright

I can’t fool my heart

Ooh… (la-la-la…)

Ooh… (la-la-la…)

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

It’s hard to be wrong, worse to be right

Stuck in the middle of a losing fight

Ooh… (la-la-la…)

Ooh… (la-la-la…)

I can’t fool my heart

Ooh… (la-la-la…)

I can’t fool my heart

Ooh…