كلمات Anvil

Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting There's nothing left for us in denver tonight Let's finish up the drive and scrape up the rest of our lives Feeling nauseous at the thought of trying to rebuild But it's all that we know and there's a debt to kill Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the face While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting So much encouragement leaves us thinking we could be the ones So much encouragement leaves us thinking Us thinking We could be the ones