Our pockets are empty The signal is lost Too many low times At such a high cost
Suddenly walking No destination plan The will so hard to hold Slips out of our hands
To much conversation We're losing our voice It's justification For lack of a choice
The penniless preacher The king of the hill Expired prescription That we couldn't fill
The trigger is so soft And easy to squeeze A miscalculation Missed enormously
A fruitless ambition It would appear I know a place that sells pride Not far from hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
