All eyes wake up and I can see the damage bruising down a weathered street and burning in our desperate sleep. And you can talk for miles, and I can walk for days and it doesn't get much better, but sometimes it's ok to end a life, to start alive. Today you always have something else to do. Today was always too much, for these eyes can't hide a million justified lies. They grow warts with age. I'm digging for a fir to set this stage. I'll burn out myself here, open arms singing along to an empty chair. And I'm a firm believer in every wasted breath and every bitter end and every wayward tongue that begs a singalong and everybody's strong to barelt just hang on to. Today you never have anything to do. Today is never enough, for these eyes can't hide a million wasted lies. Stop waiting for an alibi to give when you've been pacified. Get on your feet. Get up and move onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
