She says, I would like you to leave Between the cigarettes and dirty sheets I’d hate to make you watch me bleed She’s out of control lying on the floor You can’t hold it all together with bruised fists and dresser drawers
Wake up! The cold is here, it’s finally coming Wake up! The cold is here, you can’t keep running Wake up! The cold is here, you won’t see morning You’ve got to let go
She dreams I’ll never be free Between the makeup streaks and dead end streets There’s nothing pretty left in me She’s wasting away, forgotten yesterday There’s a bullet in the chamber and you’ll never win the game you play
It’s in your blood, it’s in your bones The winter’s passing, white walls collapsing It’s time to make your way back home It’s in your blood, it’s fighting for your soul The door is closing, you’ve got to let go
Just walk away, it’s in the cocaine Just walk away, it’s stealing your pain Just walk away, it’s in the cocaineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
