Well these cheap white walls Call out for a drunken scrawl But tonight is a static screen I don’t feel or do anything Anything
Thirst is deep when you’re not dry Hurts worse with a dull knife Light me up and turn me on Just don’t play that same old song That same old song
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired I wanna live like I’m on fire And love starting right now As if it were my final hour My final hour
I prefer hell to nowhere at all It stops and the whole thing falls Wake me now or make me stay Inside this empty weight This empty weight
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired I wanna live like I’m on fire And love starting right now As if it were my final hour My final hour My final hourTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
