Another sentimental argument and bitter love Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride
A knocked down dragged out fight Fat lips and open wounds Another wasted night And no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here? And what did you do with directions? Promise me no dead end streets And I'll guarantee we'll have the roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
