---

I am no longer happy in this tower terrain
I swear I have lost all the reasons I came

So I’ll make one last trip to the bar
Maybe it’ll give me the spark, I need…
I am no longer teasing with the traps in the street
There’s mines in this city, with appearance so “chic”
The white picket fence skyline’s gone black
And I don’t feel a thing when I’m back

So what if I was to get up and go
Sell my soul to the opposite coast
Only I’ll be the one, to say when I’m wrong
Cos I’d sooner be right, lost and gone…

I am no longer waiting for my answers to come
My questions are empty and this test it is done
You’re a fool to believe what they say
You only get what you need when you pay, you’ll pay

So what if I was to get up and go
Sell my soul to the opposite coast
Only I’ll be the one, to say when I’m wrong
What if I was to get up and go
Sell my soul to the opposite coast
Only I’ll be the one, to say when I’m wrong

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.