Streets are crowded but life is so vacant There's nowhere to go Stepped outside in the light but couldn’t take it There's nothing to know
You gotta wait it out But I'll take some time Be good to yourself And then clear your mind When all of this is far behind Long ago
Every time you show me your soul I only ever stare at the bullet holes Remembering the times when you lost control Still sitting in your seat when the credit rolls Gun control
Could get out if you had a car Drive up to the coast Instead of hanging round the sae old bars And feel like a smoking ghost
Like you wanted to die But you didn’t want to Like you wanted to try But then pushed it through
Remembering all the love we felt You're the reason I wear a safety belt
Every time you show me your soul I only ever stare at the bullet holes Remembering the times when you lost control Still sitting in your seat when the credit rolls Gun control
(Why not listen to the youth when you need them? Why resist to see the future when you see it? When you know the past is already gone and it's already done Now put your faith in the young!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
