Where's the wind, today of all days Raise my hand again 20 something, something's running late Still trying out to make it in
Neither of us saw the wind leaving Maybe we don't see it coming back Curse the names of all the places where I'm not So you can't ask me where I'm at
They're not so easily unmade Graph paper glory days
There's that cross, holstered at your hip And not so steady hands High noon or maybe low six Tell me where you think it stands
The drugs don't help you shield, The drugs don't help you cope It's not the perfect fix but a pencil maze of hope That you swear you're quitting
They're not so easily unmade Graph paper glory days I can't just throw them all away Cuz they don't come back the same
You don't have to paint the picture with kid gloves It's a true, it's true I only hope for success but I am living for cheap love I'm living for cheap love It's vague but it's loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
