[Verse 1] Ashed air Lingering in the dim-lit corners Where the sun is peaking in A window blocked out, cracking Day in, day out He turns the floor (And hard luck) Sun up, sun down He pushes hurt (And poor souls) Shuffle in through the door, kicked Always on their last drink Suffer on their last leg, breaking Day in, day out The numbers run (Hard luck) Sun up, sun down He pushes on (Poor souls)
[Chorus] Left along the beach Haunt and stay with me I lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming And stave off the pain That comes with their names Drink deep to keep my heart from aching
[Verse 2] Ashed air Breathe deep with the stale smoke Trailing off the lit end, dragging Cigarette glow burning Day in, day out, he turns the floor (With hard luck) Too much, too young, he pushes (On poor souls) Shuffles through to sway a bad break Coming off a cold streak, cut deck and a card cheat grinning Day in, day out The numbers run (Hard luck) Too much, too young He pushes on (Poor souls)
[Bridge] How are you going to see the ending coming With your head turned around, struck and bleeding out? How are you gong to keep those lies from coming? Your teeth line the ground, tongue cut from your mouth, struck and bleeding out Aching poor souls
[Chorus] Buried off the beach Haunt and stay with me Lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming Their debts left in vain, a laundry list of names I drink deep to keep my head from spinning To keep my heart from achingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
