American Music Club - Dallas, Airports, Bodybags Тексты
Shuffling through people like cards
I can?t find anyone to take my losing hand
Winning streak left me high and dry
A winning streak that slowly drains from the land
I?m hanging by a thread
Foget me I pray to the day
Tired of being stuck on a pin
Forget me don?t see me this way
Jumping out of my skin
Hanging by a thread
Shuffling through people like cards
Let them blow around like sand
Maybe it?ll uncover some beauty in their eyes
Maybe it?ll give me a place to breathe
Maybe give me some room to stand