I told you on the phone, I told you I was trouble, man When we were both alone, I told you I was trouble, man You got into my car, "I don't care what you are" is what you said to me back then I told you in my car, I told you I was trouble, man
The summer of the crash, the winter of survival mode You saw it in a flash, we're entering survival mode I said you never learn, you signaled as you turned onto the wrong and binding road That summer of the crash, that winter of survival mode
Do you remember when we thought the world was ending? Seems funny now The future is a text message sending – out, out, out I live forever in sunset. An ending not quite done yet Some people don't understand that
You thought you understood, when you said you believed in me I'm lost out here for good, but you said you believed in me I didn't think to ask, the tank was full of gas, pulled onto highway 93 The sun was in your eyes, you thought you could believe in me
A burning cigarette, an animal that digs for warmth Assessing all that's left, a burning urge to dig for warmth There is no news to get, the certain sense of threat is all that keeps us driving North You've got me in your arms, maybe that's all we need for warmth
Do you remember when we thought the world was ending? Seems funny now The future is a text message sending – out, out, out I live forever in sunset. An ending not quite done yet Some people don't understand thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
