Broken Picks and Empty Bottles
Last Night We Fell
Like A Soidler Charging To Hell
And We Dreamed About How It Used To be
And How One Day I'm Going To Break Free
But Now Im Lost
( I Hope This Ends With The Day)
Looking For The ROpe YOu NEver Tossed.
(The Ocean is Breking Like The Back Of My Faith)
Its ALmost Like I'm Lost At Sea So I'll Close My Eyes And Let The Waves Eat Me
(I am Crashing Down Like A 747 Falling Straight From A Cloud)
Chours
Up Another NIght In The Same Old Town
While You Are Crying In SOme HOtel
Drifting Off To Sleep My Dreams My Hell And I'm STill Lying Cause I Won't Tell.
If I Could
I'd Change
But my Mind Is A Ball And Chain
Its Dragging Me Down Way To Deep
With All The Secrets I Must Keep
Chours
( Nothing Is BEtter Then Those Days We Took Those Walks Around The Town Just To See How The Place Looked Those Moments Which Ment Nothing Are Now More Then Anything The NIghts We Watch The Trains Are More Addicting Then Exstacy)