I can't live in a house on fire The crumbs are not enough I've seen the cracks left by the tracks I've seen to much to trust
[Chorus] You can call it a trophy I call it sorry The hole I go head first into Cold in my hands The labyrinth plans Horses for courses [?argle-bargle?] It's true Now I'm free from damage Shiny and new, just like you! Sung enough to not talk heavy Done enough to lose Got nothing left, but dead-end friends Grief, regret, and this bruise
[Chrous] You can call it a trophy I call it only The hole I pour my life into Cold in my hands The labyrinth plans Horses for courses [?Pabst, Smile?] It's true Now I'm free from damage Shiny and new, just like you
Rotten, defiled, not gently used Free from damage, shiny and new Just like you Just like you
It's true It's true It's true It's true It's true It's true It's true It's trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.