When your calling ain't calling back to you I'll be side-stage mouthing lines for you Humiliated by age, terrified of youth Oh, I got hope, but my hope isn't helping you
Spitting at guts from their gears Draining that spleen over years Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
Wake up, puddle-eyed, sleeping in the singe The truth is ugly, well I feel ugly too We'll be heroes on every bar stool Seeing double beats not seeing one of you
Spitting at guts from their gears Draining that spleen over years Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest Change the words that I know best Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
Spitting at guts from their gears Draining that spleen over years Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
But, stole the heart right out my chest Change the words that I know best Find myself with crossed fingers in the rubble thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
