Paroles de You've Got It All

Cities burning for a love affair Open mind, empty bank account If these are your streets, your streets are all dead to me Someone dies on the internet press delete then reset If this is your peace, your peace is hypocricy If there's no regret that you can recall you've got it all Sit and burn in an office chair Open minds, empty bank accounts If this is defeat, defeat is a happen-stance Hundereds die under minarets Someone cries, then forgets if this is distress Your profit distresses me If there's no regret that you can recall you've got it all