Songtext von Smoking Gun

Are we all another vague impression Inadvantage of a guilt discretion All the promise of a world we sought to be All the panic of an ill obsession I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast This smoking gun Can we have another convoersaiton Do we share in us a fascination See the bottom of a bottle black and white See the callin' in the complication I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast This smoking gun We take and we say that we made it We fake and we say we created We take and we say that we made it We fake and we say I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast I'm not the one I can feel you drawing lines What have I done How am I left holding fast This smoking gun