As the shots rang out on the motorcade We felt nothing at all We said it happens Yeah it happens all the time With a dealer’s hand we gently build our house of cards As kings and queens are dining in your yards We tied this up With a bow The science of rock and roll To bleed a dream with a stolen chance The art of life is a fleeting glance We close our eyes The air is cold I breathe tonight The frosted lends It dims our eyes With our clenched teeth we numbly bite And gently crack our pearly whites With vengeance we could light the flame But instead we choose to proudly look away With tear-filled eyes and aching arms He stares at his useless hands We dropped the ball We lost it on our own As the torrents fell on the sleeping town We felt nothing at allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
