Songtext von Pastime Glories

Pastime glories Now that our world has grown stone cold I can feel your hate through them Swallowed all of our pride Not to be famous : it will be another failed play Dont fake a smile, can depend on you Im sure Ill hear from you Deep inside, it leaves a scar Wasnt a sense of growing up Wasnt a part of our work Will be a part of our future Took your words for granted Whats your latest confession ? Im sure theyll hear about it I Know it will be from you Im so sick of chasing it Am I in it, where do we stand Im so sick of chasing it The kind of life youll never know