Paroles de Quitters

A dying breath Your life to words On display for those with Presidents on paper And it turns Blue skies to grey While we say All the wrong things anyway I'm running low Was once misfortunes foe Today we drive as the earth it turns In hopes of finding happiness in a room Behind a stage in a city you could burn To the ground Because this aint your home is it? I'd normally try to smile but fuck it! I'm running low Was once misfortunes foe Dont cut the tension Let it flow Burn all your bridges as the crow Clutches the night And your insides Reserve the morning (woah oh!) For saying only what you don't mean Too much to drink not enough sleep Living far beyond (woah oh!) Your means with a transient mans reach Incredulous you stop and think You stop to think!