Too many scars, too many thrills Too many lost, too many kills Too many drinks, too many pills
Too many hurt, too many years Too many lost, too many tears Too many bars, too many cheers
Too many eyes but no one sees Too many lies, too much deceit To finally see through all the mirrors
Dreaming of an open sky Of days where all the wrongs are made right Hoops of fire, shy of liars Traitors work their funeral pyres
Too many sides to every deal Too many sights, too much to seal Too many broken yet to heal
Dreaming of an open sky Of days where all the wrongs are made right Hoops of fire, shy of liars Traitors work their funeral pyres
Too many radical ideas Too much of siding with the fierce And so the strong break down in tears
Too many sides to every deal Too many sights, too much to seal Too many broken yet to heal The battle goes on
Dreaming of an open sky Dreaming of an open road Open skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
