It's Lonely At The Top (Or So I've Heard) کے بول

The chips are down And we are drowning in the flood It's such a cruel mistress A bitter taste tonight Amidst the rising tide of good tries The goodbyes make the ride home On the wrong road Seem Oh so trite The seatbelt is keeping me trapped The art form of not holding back It's arduous this glamorous life It's arduous don't stop now This is not a cautionary tale The fuse is lit so run for help Thirty minutes will burn faster than incinderary bomb's (Whoa oh oh) In standing here we learn to fall In holding tight we lost it all In thirty minutes we believe We're gonna chase this falling star (Whoa oh oh) Thank you for coming here tonight I see the wonder in your eyes Don't let me steer you wrong I wrote this down to tear you up This is our labor, this is our labor of love to you, love to you I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out