Из альбома: The History of Saints
In every empty season
I see my light
Bending one way or another
To fit the life I dreamed of
Things are simply not the same
(and never will be)
Things are simply not the same
(I'm sure you saw the real thing)
Amplified are the thoughts that haunt us
Made madmen
Out of walking these circles
To achieve your prophecy
Dirty toilets I've come to know
The floors that were lent to me
The smoky bar made way for the time of
Open minds
We don't know how to forgive
Your words create this divide
We don't care how to say it - just let go
Take these moments as reason for living
We don't care how to say it - just let go
Handshakes and T-shirts
It's more than industry
Are you next in line?
Is it payday?
The few who make it out alive
Have fun while it's still around